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AT LEAVING CAMP.
The ramping of the noisy camp,
Beneath the sky serene;
Like evening with a starlight lamp,
It soon will close the scene.
Beneath the sky serene;
Like evening with a starlight lamp,
It soon will close the scene.
These trees have dawned as free from blast,
The turf we now pass o'er;
With all the grace will soon be past,
And seen of us no more.
The turf we now pass o'er;
With all the grace will soon be past,
And seen of us no more.
We soon shall bid the whole farewell,
And pass up once away;
No more romantic tales to tell,
Since here we cannot stay.
And pass up once away;
No more romantic tales to tell,
Since here we cannot stay.
Those fields all fenceless void of flowers,
Will soon be left in shame;
To fade with all the falling showers,
Whence none its loss reclaimed.
Will soon be left in shame;
To fade with all the falling showers,
Whence none its loss reclaimed.
We leave the well without supply,
The streams forbear to flow;
The cooling springs of all run dry,
With nothing left to grow.
The streams forbear to flow;
The cooling springs of all run dry,
With nothing left to grow.
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The Queen without a diadem,
A King without a throne;
Sequestered like Jerusalem,
When all her trains were gone.
A King without a throne;
Sequestered like Jerusalem,
When all her trains were gone.
We've wandered thus from place to place,
On life's precarious way;
Until you run lifes transient race,
And camp beyond the grave.
On life's precarious way;
Until you run lifes transient race,
And camp beyond the grave.
Where'er we lodged, we there must stay,
Forever hence to dwell;
Hence never to be called away,
From heaven or from hell.
Forever hence to dwell;
Hence never to be called away,
From heaven or from hell.
Still slow, we move from place to place,
Like bees from flower to flower;
Or faithful saints from grace to grace,
Move by superior power.
Like bees from flower to flower;
Or faithful saints from grace to grace,
Move by superior power.
But soon we trust to move our last,
No more the States to roam;
When the decision will be past.
And all arrive at home.
No more the States to roam;
When the decision will be past.
And all arrive at home.
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