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There may we meet, dear friend, where pain shall cease,
Where grief shall end in joy, and care in peace,
Where no sweet hope in bitterness shall end,
No sad tear fall to mourn the buried friend;
No parting hour arrive, no hand divide
Those by eternity's strong hands allied;
No sin shall rise, no folly stain the soul,
But one unclouded year forever roll.
MORNING THOUGHTS.
AWAKE! awake! the rosy light
Looks through the parted veil of night
Awake! arise! short space hast thou
On earth, and much thou hast to do:
Another morn to thee is given,
Another gift from bounteous heaven
Is lent to thee, while many sleep
To wake no more on earth again;
Is sweet to thee, while many weep,
Deep sunk in grief, or torn with pain
