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Speak of me not in sorrow, for ye know
To what calm skies and gentle streams I go;
To flowers that fade not, through eternal Spring,
All robed in light, to wear an angel's wing,
An angel's crown.
To what calm skies and gentle streams I go;
To flowers that fade not, through eternal Spring,
All robed in light, to wear an angel's wing,
An angel's crown.
Speak of me, then, with gladness, not with tears;
For when have flitted by a few short years,
Ye too will pass from earthly care and pain,
And we shall meet all joyfully again,
No more to part.
For when have flitted by a few short years,
Ye too will pass from earthly care and pain,
And we shall meet all joyfully again,
No more to part.
