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One is Gone.
Gone, gone from our number,
We miss one dear face—
One voice has departed—
There's one vacant place.—
Gone, gone, and forever;
There is no return—
The absent we pray for—
The dead we must mourn;
And gathering in sadness
To-day we appear,
Each note of our music
The tone seems to bear.—
‘One is gone!’
We miss one dear face—
One voice has departed—
There's one vacant place.—
Gone, gone, and forever;
There is no return—
The absent we pray for—
The dead we must mourn;
And gathering in sadness
To-day we appear,
Each note of our music
The tone seems to bear.—
‘One is gone!’
The beam of the morning,
The bud of the Spring,
The promise of beauty
And brightness may bring;
But clouds gather darkness,
And, touched by the frost,
The pride of the plant and
The morning are lost.—
The bright and the lovely
Thus ever decay;
The young and the cherished
Are passing away;—
One is gone.
The bud of the Spring,
The promise of beauty
And brightness may bring;
But clouds gather darkness,
And, touched by the frost,
The pride of the plant and
The morning are lost.—
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Thus ever decay;
The young and the cherished
Are passing away;—
One is gone.
Gone, gone—and O, whither?
The bird on the wing,
Whose food is the flowers,
Must follow the spring;
And thus our companion,
In life's flowery time,
Has passed to the Saviour,
In that blessed clime,
Where youth blooms eternal,
And never is heard,
Its pure joys to sadden,
The earth-laden word,
‘One is gone.
The bird on the wing,
Whose food is the flowers,
Must follow the spring;
And thus our companion,
In life's flowery time,
Has passed to the Saviour,
In that blessed clime,
Where youth blooms eternal,
And never is heard,
Its pure joys to sadden,
The earth-laden word,
‘One is gone.
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