THE LONELY CHURCH.
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And when the hand doth moulder, to lift up
Our simple tomb-stone witness to that faith
Which cannot die. Heaven bless thee, Lonely Church!
And duly may'st thou warn a pilgrim-band,
From toil, from cumbrance, and from strife to flee,
And drink the waters of eternal life:
Still in sweet fellowship with trees and skies,
Friend both of earth and heaven, devoutly stand
To guide the living and to guard the dead.
