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LINES.
[And art thou gone unto the skies]
And art thou gone unto the skies,
And is thine home that happy spot,
Where meet the saintly and the wise,
Where God is prais'd and tears are not?
And is thine home that happy spot,
Where meet the saintly and the wise,
Where God is prais'd and tears are not?
I keep a record in my thought
Of all thy soft endearments here,
And often stealeth in unsought
Thy promise of a better sphere:
Of all thy soft endearments here,
And often stealeth in unsought
Thy promise of a better sphere:
For whither can thy spirit wend?
If not to bliss, O! not to bale,—
And art thou nothing? Heaven forefend!
And truth disclaim the dreary tale!
If not to bliss, O! not to bale,—
And art thou nothing? Heaven forefend!
And truth disclaim the dreary tale!
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When goodness fades from earth and ill,
From all the joys it shar'd and gave,
Sure,—sure, the links are lengthen'd still,
Tho' viewless upward from the grave.
From all the joys it shar'd and gave,
Sure,—sure, the links are lengthen'd still,
Tho' viewless upward from the grave.
The tie of faith is gently drawn
By memory of thy taintless soul;
I see the day-spring and the dawn,
And hope has soar'd beyond control!
By memory of thy taintless soul;
I see the day-spring and the dawn,
And hope has soar'd beyond control!
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