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THE DYING MAN TO HIS FRIEND
Fare thee well! for I am parting
To the realms of endless bliss;
Why is thus thy full tear starting?
There's a world more bright than this.
To the realms of endless bliss;
Why is thus thy full tear starting?
There's a world more bright than this.
Fare thee well! my soul is fleeting
To the radiant realms of day;
Hark! what airy tongues repeating,
“Why so long on earth delay?”
To the radiant realms of day;
Hark! what airy tongues repeating,
“Why so long on earth delay?”
Though we part, 'tis not for ever,
Why that sad and rayless eye?
What though here in grief we sever,
'Tis to meet again on high;
Why that sad and rayless eye?
What though here in grief we sever,
'Tis to meet again on high;
When a few short years are over
Thou must lie as low as I.
Brother, parent, son, and lover,
Friend or foe alike must die.
Thou must lie as low as I.
Brother, parent, son, and lover,
Friend or foe alike must die.
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When the pang of Death shall seize thee,
And the dying hour of pain,
This fond thought alone shall ease thee,
That in heaven we meet again.
And the dying hour of pain,
This fond thought alone shall ease thee,
That in heaven we meet again.
Then my shade shall hover o'er thee,
Shew thee visions of the blest,
Smooth the path to Heaven before thee,
Lead thee to eternal rest.
Shew thee visions of the blest,
Smooth the path to Heaven before thee,
Lead thee to eternal rest.
Other worlds are opening on me,
Now my course on earth is done;
Holy Jesus! look upon me,
Holy Father, take thy son.
Now my course on earth is done;
Holy Jesus! look upon me,
Holy Father, take thy son.
A. T.
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