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A SPIRITIST TO HIS FAMILIAR SPIRIT. Stanzas.

Thou, who upon my sadness Dost cast a tender look of pity! Thou, for whom my weakness Thus gathers holy friendship! Art thou soul, genius, or pure flame, Suspend thy flight of ascent to the heavens; Stay to enlighten me, this soul cries out, O Counselor amid the veils!

Messenger thou art of Providence, Wise, thou interpretest its law, Oh! speak; I listen with patience: Divine master, I shall learn. A little while ago I doubted still, Without faith feeling the heart, Yet thy breath illumined it, Casting upon me a flash of light! Thus, oh! God, adorable Being, Father, far more than Creator, For with tenderness, ah! ineffable, Thou givest us an angel in our sorrow. And each one, oh wonder!

Has a celestial guardian;

Each of us has his path Or invisible protection.

Kindly Being who consolest me! Blessed brother, gentle and pious, With whom my soul soars away in light, With him may it soar to the radiant heaven! I love thee, yes, tutelary being; In thy hands, a happy striving; I follow thee, star; mayest thou come to brighten Our heaven on that morrow.