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Strange Visitors / A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance state cover

Strange Visitors / A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance state

Chapter 61: ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. _ALONE_.
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A miscellany of purported spirit communications channeled through a clairvoyant, comprising essays, poems, sketches, satire, fiction, and prophecy. Contributions alternate intimate first-person accounts of dying and arriving in a luminous spirit realm with reflective pieces on religion, philosophy, art, government, and social life. Some entries describe visionary landscapes and modes of spirit travel, while others present critical or satirical commentary on earthly institutions and artistic practice. The collection blends mystical narrative with speculative argument, moving between emotive reminiscence and didactic exposition to explore mortality, moral responsibility, and the continuity imagined between earthly experience and a perceived afterlife.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

_ALONE_.

Far away from earthly care,
Free as a bird, I soar through air,
And think of thee in thy sad, lonely home,
Watching and waiting for thy love to come.
Dost thou hear me call thee, Sweet! Sweet!
Many the years till we shall meet.

My spirit home is bright and fair
With flowers and birds and wonders rare.
Seraphic the faces that on me smile,
But the one I love is on earth the while,
Will she hear me calling, Sweet! Sweet!
Many the years till we shall meet.

Many the years I’ll watch and wait
Till I see thee at the golden gate,
Then in my arms will I bear thee away
To my jewelled home where sunbeams play.
Then together we’ll sing, Sweet! Sweet!
Well worth the waiting thus to meet.