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TO A FRIEND IN HEAVEN.
WE think of thee!
In the lone midnight hour, when all around
Is hushed in slumber—when no waking sound
Disturbs the solemn silence—O, 't is then,
When midnight's pall hangs darkly o'er the glen,
We think of thee!
In the lone midnight hour, when all around
Is hushed in slumber—when no waking sound
Disturbs the solemn silence—O, 't is then,
When midnight's pall hangs darkly o'er the glen,
We think of thee!
We weep for thee!
When in sad memory's glass we see thy form,
As once we saw thee, when, with pressure warm,
Thy hand was clasped in friendship's close embrace;
And, as each well-remembered line we trace,
We weep for thee!
When in sad memory's glass we see thy form,
As once we saw thee, when, with pressure warm,
Thy hand was clasped in friendship's close embrace;
And, as each well-remembered line we trace,
We weep for thee!
We miss thee, too!
Miss thee at evening, in thy usual seat,
Amid the social circle—miss thy feet
In all the walks of life where thou didst stray,
And as we tread, without thee, each loved way,
We miss thee, too!
Miss thee at evening, in thy usual seat,
Amid the social circle—miss thy feet
In all the walks of life where thou didst stray,
And as we tread, without thee, each loved way,
We miss thee, too!
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Yet, rest thee now!
We would not call thee from thy spirit-home,
To this dull earth; we would not bid thee roam
Once more the thorny paths of mortal life,—
But, free from earthly woe, and earthly strife,
Yet, rest thee now!
We would not call thee from thy spirit-home,
To this dull earth; we would not bid thee roam
Once more the thorny paths of mortal life,—
But, free from earthly woe, and earthly strife,
Yet, rest thee now!
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