THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND. 2 1/
So when a good ship sails away,
I seem to hear upon the wind Prayers not for travellers on their way,
But for the sad hearts left behind,
For whom life has the same routine,
Only unlighted, as of yore, By forms and voices loved, and lost
From stair and hall and open door.
For evermore the strongest go,
Venturing far we weak ones stay j Ora pro nobis, kindly souls,
As well as those who go away ;
And oh, when angels stoop to take
Buds never lent to blossom here When stalwart souls up higher rise,
For better work in light more clear
When for the last time lies the link
Twixt hands " Good-bye " no more shall bind, Then, dear Lord, look in mercy down ;
Comfort the sad ones left behind. 19
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