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THE LOVED DEPARTED.
Solemn as their voices dying,
Silent as the graves they lie in,
Tender as a mother's yearnings,
Secret as a wife's heart-burnings,
Sweet as tears of the kind-hearted,
Are thoughts of the loved departed.
Silent as the graves they lie in,
Tender as a mother's yearnings,
Secret as a wife's heart-burnings,
Sweet as tears of the kind-hearted,
Are thoughts of the loved departed.
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Now their aspects greet us cheerful,
Now with something sad or tearful;
Still and mystic come their faces,
Hallowed by unearthly graces.
Welcome aye, whence ever darted,
Visions of the dear departed.
Now with something sad or tearful;
Still and mystic come their faces,
Hallowed by unearthly graces.
Welcome aye, whence ever darted,
Visions of the dear departed.
When least looked for come before us
These pure visions, to restore us,—
When a sordid passion 's scheming,
When with anger eyes are gleaming.
Blessed be whatever started
Memories of the loved departed.
These pure visions, to restore us,—
When a sordid passion 's scheming,
When with anger eyes are gleaming.
Blessed be whatever started
Memories of the loved departed.
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