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the appeal of ruth.
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The call of filial love obey,
And filial duty gladly pay.

Say, can I leave thine age alone,
Without one joy to call thine own?
No, I will leave thy side no more,
Till my life's pilgrimage is o'er.

And should be hushed thy fleeting breath,
My hands will close thine eyes in death;
And where thy mouldering ashes sleep,
My spirit shall its vigils keep.

Within one grave our forms shall rest
Gently, as on a mother's breast;
Nor fear to tread the narrow way,
Which leads to heaven's unclouded day.

And when before the mercy seat,
Our faithful hearts again shall meet,
The gracious boon shall then be given,
To meet our loved, our lost, in heaven."

Love! love! how deep thy seal is set!
Who can its impress e'er forget?
O! let thine influence ever rest,
Like truth's own signet, on the breast.