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poems.
No tear of grief shall dim their eye;
Their anguished heart shall heave no sigh:
Sin shall not check their grateful prayer;
Nor error cloud the day-beam there:
But joy's rich fountain-stream shall flow,
And love's sweet ray unclouded glow.

Then let the eye no longer weep;
God shall those vanished treasures keep,
To dwell, as gems of life and light,
For aye within His watchful sight.
There shall we meet, life's trials o'er,
Our loved, our lost, to part no more.




THE CONTRAST. "Lovely and pleasant were they in their lives, and in their death not divided." Holy Writ.
A young and cherished bride, she went her future home to seek,
While glowed the living tints of health upon her kindling cheek.
The fount of love was in her heart, and in her eye its light;
Nor dark disease around her path had cast its withering blight.