the christian's death.
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Let them the rose and lily bring,
But ere they fade, my sun will set.
Like me those bright hues fade away,
Those glowing tints by nature given.
But not mid darkness and decay,
Fix they as I, their hopes on heaven.
But ere they fade, my sun will set.
Like me those bright hues fade away,
Those glowing tints by nature given.
But not mid darkness and decay,
Fix they as I, their hopes on heaven.
But I have looked beyond the tomb,
With faith to fairer realms on high;
Have pierced its cold and cheerless gloom,
And raised to God my filial eye.
This gloomy prison cannot be
The dwelling of my freeborn soul;
And its stern inmates soon may see
My spirit, past their proud control."
With faith to fairer realms on high;
Have pierced its cold and cheerless gloom,
And raised to God my filial eye.
This gloomy prison cannot be
The dwelling of my freeborn soul;
And its stern inmates soon may see
My spirit, past their proud control."
Finished! that victim, peerless, bright,
In robes of sacrifice arrayed,
Mid gems of clear and flashing light,
Stands pure, and fair, and undismayed.
Finished! The pealing anthem's sound
Reëchoes o'er the fretted dome.
With Spring's sweet flowerets she is crowned,
And welcomed to her future home.
In robes of sacrifice arrayed,
Mid gems of clear and flashing light,
Stands pure, and fair, and undismayed.
Finished! The pealing anthem's sound
Reëchoes o'er the fretted dome.
With Spring's sweet flowerets she is crowned,
And welcomed to her future home.
Heaves there from that young heart no sigh,
As o'er her thoughts sweet memories rise?
What speaks from that uplifted eye,
Communing with yon glorious skies?
No sigh disturbs that spirit meek,
No cloud is on that holy brow,
No fires of passion flush her cheek;
But all is calm and quiet now.
As o'er her thoughts sweet memories rise?
What speaks from that uplifted eye,
Communing with yon glorious skies?
No sigh disturbs that spirit meek,
No cloud is on that holy brow,
No fires of passion flush her cheek;
But all is calm and quiet now.
