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"Pass, pass, ye mourners, cheerly on,
Through prayer unto the tomb,
Still, as ye watch life's falling leaf
Gathering from every loss and grief
Hope of new spring and endless home.
"Then cheerly to your work again,
With hearts new-brac'd and set
To run, untir'd, love's blessed race,
As meet for those, who face to face,
Over the grave their Lord have met."
Keble.
"To mourning hearts and weeping eyes
Springs comfort from the sod,—
Gather'd to all she loves, she lies,
And gather'd to her God."
T. Snowe.
"Brother, thou art gone before us,
And thy sainted soul is flown,
Where tears arc wip'd from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown;
From the burthen of the flesh,
And from care and sin releas'd;
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
