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IN MEMORY OF MARY WHITE SMITH.
RANGOON, BURMAH, FEBRUARY 5, 1888.
I see the blessed angels there;
They beckon me away
From night and pain, from sin and death,
To gladness, light, and day.
They beckon me away
From night and pain, from sin and death,
To gladness, light, and day.
I see them on the shining stairs;
What pure white robes they wear
'T will be a heaven of untold bliss
To dwell forever there.
What pure white robes they wear
'T will be a heaven of untold bliss
To dwell forever there.
I see, I see their shining wings!
I hear, I hear them raise,
In sweetest tone, in words unknown,
Their songs of joy and praise!
I hear, I hear them raise,
In sweetest tone, in words unknown,
Their songs of joy and praise!
Come, little pilgrim, come away,
To you such grace is given;
Come, for of children such as thou
The kingdom is of heaven!
To you such grace is given;
Come, for of children such as thou
The kingdom is of heaven!
She listened; up the shining stairs
With happy feet she trod,
And found, so young, that blessed home,
The paradise of God.
With happy feet she trod,
And found, so young, that blessed home,
The paradise of God.
February 6, 1878.
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