 | "Until the Day Break," |  |
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GONE BEFORE.
They go: we weep, yet dry our tears;
They die, yet die not; all is well.
They leave but feebleness and fears,
In immortality to dwell.
They die, yet die not; all is well.
They leave but feebleness and fears,
In immortality to dwell.
Farewell, we say. Why speak we thus?
Is it not well for ever there?
'Tis they should say farewell to us,
Still compassed here with sin and care.
Is it not well for ever there?
'Tis they should say farewell to us,
Still compassed here with sin and care.
They enter in; we trace their path;
We follow with our eyes afar,
Like one who watches as some cloud
Blots from his view some sparkling star.
We follow with our eyes afar,
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Blots from his view some sparkling star.
Now nearer seems the loved unseen,
Nearer the dawn for which we pray;
'Tis but a screen, a veil, a mist,
Between us and that glorious day.
Nearer the dawn for which we pray;
'Tis but a screen, a veil, a mist,
Between us and that glorious day.
| "Until the Day Break," | |