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The Departed.
Thus pass they from our homes away
To worlds above the skies;
Where glows the fair, celestial day
And pleasure never dies.
To worlds above the skies;
Where glows the fair, celestial day
And pleasure never dies.
We miss them where of late they trod
Along earth's sunny bowers,
Yet joy to know they dwell with God
In sunnier lands than ours.
Along earth's sunny bowers,
Yet joy to know they dwell with God
In sunnier lands than ours.
Ours is the pain, the toil, the strife,
The doubt, and fear, and grief,
Theirs, the immortal, glorious life,
The endless, sweet relief.
The doubt, and fear, and grief,
Theirs, the immortal, glorious life,
The endless, sweet relief.
Life speeds apace,—we'll struggle still,
While sin and toil remain,
Then soar to Zion's holy hill,
And hail the loved again.
While sin and toil remain,
Then soar to Zion's holy hill,
And hail the loved again.
S. F. Smith.
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