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THE EVENING STAR.
Then be to us, our dear lost child,
With beam of love
A star, death's gloom and darkness wild
Smiling above.
Soon, soon thy youthful feet have trod
The upward path, the seraph's road.
With beam of love
A star, death's gloom and darkness wild
Smiling above.
Soon, soon thy youthful feet have trod
The upward path, the seraph's road.
Farewell, then! for a while farewell!
Joy of my heart,
It cannot be that long we dwell
Thus torn apart.
Time's shadows like the morning's flee,
And dark howe'er the night may be,
Beyond the grave I'll meet with thee.
Joy of my heart,
It cannot be that long we dwell
Thus torn apart.
Time's shadows like the morning's flee,
And dark howe'er the night may be,
Beyond the grave I'll meet with thee.
1844.
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