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AN ODD FELLOW 'S FUNERAL.
Bending sadly o'er thy form,
Late with Love and Friendship warm,
Brother, in our night of grief,
What shall give our hearts relief?
Shrined within this mortal clay,
Such a loving spirit lay,
That we shrink, with half distrust,
Ere we give it back to dust.
Charity's unfading light,
Honor's lustre, pure and bright,
Truth's effulgent radiance blest,
Ever filled that faithful breast.
Generous manliness and grace
Found a constant 'biding-place
In the fane here closed and dark,
Quenched its late illuming spark.
Brother, from thy heavenly rest,
From thy home amid the blest,
Come, in angel guise, to cheer
Those who sorrow for thee here.
From that radiant “Lodge on High,”
Comes to us this glad reply:
Mourn not, for the path he 's trod
One degree is nearer God.
Late with Love and Friendship warm,
Brother, in our night of grief,
What shall give our hearts relief?
Shrined within this mortal clay,
Such a loving spirit lay,
That we shrink, with half distrust,
Ere we give it back to dust.
Charity's unfading light,
Honor's lustre, pure and bright,
Truth's effulgent radiance blest,
Ever filled that faithful breast.
Generous manliness and grace
Found a constant 'biding-place
In the fane here closed and dark,
Quenched its late illuming spark.
Brother, from thy heavenly rest,
From thy home amid the blest,
Come, in angel guise, to cheer
Those who sorrow for thee here.
From that radiant “Lodge on High,”
Comes to us this glad reply:
Mourn not, for the path he 's trod
One degree is nearer God.
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