Chips, fragments and vestiges by Gail Hamilton collected and arranged by H. Augusta Dodge |
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THE LITTLE ONE GONE BEFORE
Another silver voice has gone
To join the choir around the Throne.
Another angel hand doth hold
And sweetly tune a harp of gold.
A bud of rarest, priceless worth,
Too beautiful and pure for earth,
Is gently plucked, beyond the skies
To bloom for aye,—in Paradise.
To join the choir around the Throne.
Another angel hand doth hold
And sweetly tune a harp of gold.
A bud of rarest, priceless worth,
Too beautiful and pure for earth,
Is gently plucked, beyond the skies
To bloom for aye,—in Paradise.
But ah! a place is vacant here,
But lately filled by one so dear;
And many a heart-chord's rudely riven;
Oh, will they not be joined in Heaven?
But lately filled by one so dear;
And many a heart-chord's rudely riven;
Oh, will they not be joined in Heaven?
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Ye've seen her in Death's cold embrace,
Ye've looked upon her marble face;
But not beneath the coffin lid
The beauteous cherished one is hid.
Far, far beyond the dreary tomb,
Beyond its cold and cheerless gloom,
Beyond, beyond the clear blue sky,
In Jesus' bosom doth she lie.
Ye've looked upon her marble face;
But not beneath the coffin lid
The beauteous cherished one is hid.
Far, far beyond the dreary tomb,
Beyond its cold and cheerless gloom,
Beyond, beyond the clear blue sky,
In Jesus' bosom doth she lie.
Then lay her calmly in the dust,
Though very dear she was to us,
And let us not her loss deplore,
Think her “not lost, but gone before.”
Her early death was surely given
A bond to draw us nearer heaven.
Though very dear she was to us,
And let us not her loss deplore,
Think her “not lost, but gone before.”
Her early death was surely given
A bond to draw us nearer heaven.
Ipswich Female Seminary, 1847.
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