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I. WHEN I AM DEAD.
Dearest, when I am dead,
Thy tears restrain,
Say, why should one be shed,
Let sorrow cease;
Soft is death's silent bed,
It knows not care or pain,
And I shall be at peace.
Thy tears restrain,
Say, why should one be shed,
Let sorrow cease;
Soft is death's silent bed,
It knows not care or pain,
And I shall be at peace.
Why should you for me weep?
Is not God's gift
To His beloved, sleep?
And is not rest
Unbroken, calm, and deep,
No weary eye to lift,
For me the fittest, best?
Is not God's gift
To His beloved, sleep?
And is not rest
Unbroken, calm, and deep,
No weary eye to lift,
For me the fittest, best?
Dost thou not love me, dear?
I know 'tis true;
Then do not let a tear
Drop on the sod,
Nor on the pall or bier
The cypress spread, or rue,
Rejoice, I am with God.
I know 'tis true;
Then do not let a tear
Drop on the sod,
Nor on the pall or bier
The cypress spread, or rue,
Rejoice, I am with God.
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