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STANZAS. |
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STANZAS.
Sung at the dismission of a School. after the death of a Pupil.
Sweet repose! all tasks are ended!
Home's bright vision thrills the heart!
Yet our souls with other blended,
Feel the pang when call'd to part!
Ever thus midst this world's pleasures,
Steals some pain to mar the joy;
Seek we then the blood-bought treasures,
Where is found no base alloy.
Time! how swift thy onward flying,
Since was spoke the last adieu!
Wise to keep the hour of dying,
E'en amid our joys in view!
One, alas! snatch'd from this number,
Sings no more its farewell song!
No voice wakes his dreamless slumber
In the silent church-yard throng.
Far beyond this shadowy dwelling,
When we cease the songs of earth,
May we join in anthems swelling,
Brothers made by heav'nly birth!
Hope like this will pleasure heighten,
Nerve for every work of life,
Darkness on the pathway brighten,
Conquer in the final strife!
Home's bright vision thrills the heart!
Yet our souls with other blended,
Feel the pang when call'd to part!
Ever thus midst this world's pleasures,
Steals some pain to mar the joy;
Seek we then the blood-bought treasures,
Where is found no base alloy.
Time! how swift thy onward flying,
Since was spoke the last adieu!
Wise to keep the hour of dying,
E'en amid our joys in view!
One, alas! snatch'd from this number,
Sings no more its farewell song!
No voice wakes his dreamless slumber
In the silent church-yard throng.
Far beyond this shadowy dwelling,
When we cease the songs of earth,
May we join in anthems swelling,
Brothers made by heav'nly birth!
Hope like this will pleasure heighten,
Nerve for every work of life,
Darkness on the pathway brighten,
Conquer in the final strife!
| Something for every body | |