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E. P. Seeley.
DIED IN THE LEBANON, ENGAGED IN MISSION WORK, OCTOBER 25TH, 1881.
High on the hills we laid her in repose,
And left our treasure, but we little wist
How soon the ranges of deep amethyst
That roll up heavenward to the Syrian snows
Would yield to this one jewel where it glows
Midway 'twixt blue and blue. Beloved of Christ,
Not vainly was thy pure life sacrificed
For Him who led thee bravely to the close.
And left our treasure, but we little wist
How soon the ranges of deep amethyst
That roll up heavenward to the Syrian snows
Would yield to this one jewel where it glows
Midway 'twixt blue and blue. Beloved of Christ,
Not vainly was thy pure life sacrificed
For Him who led thee bravely to the close.
Where'er among the vales of Lebanon
Between the olives and the mulberries
We catch a glimpse of Him they crucified,
We see thee ever walking at His side,
And by the fuller sunlight of thine eyes
We know thy heart its happiness has won.
Between the olives and the mulberries
We catch a glimpse of Him they crucified,
We see thee ever walking at His side,
And by the fuller sunlight of thine eyes
We know thy heart its happiness has won.
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