Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse Consisting of the Epistolary Correspondence of Many Distinguished Characters. With Notes and Illustrations. By the Rev. R. Polwhele |
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[Ah! who are they that have not lost] |
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[Ah! who are they that have not lost]
Ah! who are they that have not lost
Relations they deplore;
A moment we enjoy at most
Friends to be seen no more.
Relations they deplore;
A moment we enjoy at most
Friends to be seen no more.
Yes! such is our frail mortal race
To life that lasts for ever;
'Tis but a little moment's space,
Till Death our bonds dissever!
To life that lasts for ever;
'Tis but a little moment's space,
Till Death our bonds dissever!
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Father of Light! thy Paraclete
To thy poor suppliant send,
And bid him consolation meet
Where sleeps his earliest friend!
To thy poor suppliant send,
And bid him consolation meet
Where sleeps his earliest friend!
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