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a lament.
The earth in its robes of delight will be dressed,
And the soft winds may sigh o'er thy place of repose;
Thou wilt heed not their whisper, nor wake from thy rest,
To greet the young lily and welcome the rose.
And the soft winds may sigh o'er thy place of repose;
Thou wilt heed not their whisper, nor wake from thy rest,
To greet the young lily and welcome the rose.
But as the soft moonbeams when shed o'er the sea,
Will tinge with their lustre the wave's tossing foam,
So, lost one, will come the fond memory of thee,
To throw its pure light o'er the grief of thy home:
So, blessed recollections shall ever arise,
To soothe the deep sorrow that pierces each breast,
And Faith shall point up to thy home in the skies,
And Love shall rejoice thou art safe and at rest.
Will tinge with their lustre the wave's tossing foam,
So, lost one, will come the fond memory of thee,
To throw its pure light o'er the grief of thy home:
So, blessed recollections shall ever arise,
To soothe the deep sorrow that pierces each breast,
And Faith shall point up to thy home in the skies,
And Love shall rejoice thou art safe and at rest.
Yes, safe and at rest—not a shade to o'ercast
The light of thy soul in that radiant sphere,
Life's brief journey over, its perils all passed,
Thou art basking in sunshine celestial and clear:
Could thy voice reach us now from that far distant shore,
We should list to the notes of an angel's sweet strain,
To say when a few fleeting seasons are o'er,
In gladness and light, we shall meet thee again.
The light of thy soul in that radiant sphere,
Life's brief journey over, its perils all passed,
Thou art basking in sunshine celestial and clear:
Could thy voice reach us now from that far distant shore,
We should list to the notes of an angel's sweet strain,
To say when a few fleeting seasons are o'er,
In gladness and light, we shall meet thee again.
