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ON THE DEATH OF Miss JULIANA KNOX.
Peace to the heart that mourns, the eye that weeps;The lovely maiden is not dead, she sleeps.
Where seraphs min'ster round Jehovah's throne,
Her unembodied, spotless soul is flown;
And kindred angels tuned their golden lyres,
Their bosoms glowing with celestial fires,
To guide her through the doubtful, gloomy way,
Safe to the realms of everlasting day;
Welcom'd their sister to the house of rest,
The bright eternal mansions of the blest:
There mixing with the bright celestial train,
Exulting, she will join the adoring strain,
To HIM who was, and is,
And shall forever reign.
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Maternal love was Heaven's peculiar care,
Thy silent tears, thine agonizing sighs,
Before the Great Eternal will arise.
Cease then thy plaints; look up with faith; behold,
They in the magic volume are enroll'd;
Register'd in the awful court of Heaven,
Who only has recall'd, what it had given.
Religion, smiling as she marks the page,
Cries, “Let this hope the mother's pangs assuage;
Though the unspotted angels went before,
The hour will come when grief shall be no more;
Then shalt thou see those much lov'd forms again,
And join with them in the adoring strain,
To HIM who was, and is;
And shall forever reign.
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