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TO THE MEMORY OF H. N. S.
This is not all,—this fleeting world we see:
A fairer, purer, brighter, there must be,
Where dwell all glad and radiant souls like thee!
A fairer, purer, brighter, there must be,
Where dwell all glad and radiant souls like thee!
Where Death's eclipse no more shall cast its gloom,
Nor fell disease life's wasting lamp consume;
Where Love's fair flowers wear amaranthine bloom;
Nor fell disease life's wasting lamp consume;
Where Love's fair flowers wear amaranthine bloom;
Where stormy wind and tempest rage no more;
Drear Winter's long suspense forever o'er—
Peace reigns, unruffled, on that summer shore.
Drear Winter's long suspense forever o'er—
Peace reigns, unruffled, on that summer shore.
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There, with our loved and lost, the pure and brave,
Dear Brother! thou, where palms immortal wave,
Hast found a home beyond the shadowy grave!
Dear Brother! thou, where palms immortal wave,
Hast found a home beyond the shadowy grave!
The soul that through thy gentle eyes beamed clear
No more in earthly light shall greet us here:
It looks upon us from a brighter sphere.
No more in earthly light shall greet us here:
It looks upon us from a brighter sphere.
And yet we cannot feel that thou art far,
Though now thy spirit, like a tranquil star,
Beckons to where the pure and gentle are.
Though now thy spirit, like a tranquil star,
Beckons to where the pure and gentle are.
Farewell! God's peace we feel, sweet soul! is thine:
We would not faint, nor murmur, nor repine,
Sharing with thee, by faith, thy home divine!
We would not faint, nor murmur, nor repine,
Sharing with thee, by faith, thy home divine!
May, 1876.
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