 | Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] |  |
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YES, WE WILL MEET.
Yes, we will meet in yonder skies,—
Ah! wherefore tarry here,
Where all we love still pines and dies,
And only claims a bier?
Ah! wherefore tarry here,
Where all we love still pines and dies,
And only claims a bier?
Yes, we will meet when all is o'er,
Our souls commingling there,
Beyond that river's shadowy shore,
Which rose so bright and fair.
Our souls commingling there,
Beyond that river's shadowy shore,
Which rose so bright and fair.
Yes, we will meet—ah! soon will fate
The slender thread divide;
The marble tomb alone relate
Who lived—who loved—who died!
The slender thread divide;
The marble tomb alone relate
Who lived—who loved—who died!
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