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ALL WELL

No seas again shall sever,
No desert intervene;
No deep, sad-flowing river
Shall roll its tide between.
No bleak cliffs, upward towering,
Shall bound our eager sight;
No tempest darkly lowering,
Shall wrap us in its night.

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Love, and unsevered union
Of soul with those we love,
Nearness and glad communion,
Shall be our joy above.
No dread of wasting sickness,
No thought of ache or pain,
No fretting hours of weakness,
Shall mar our peace again.
No death, our homes o'ershading,
Shall e'er our harps unstring,
For all is life unfading,
In presence of our King.