ON THE DEATH OF MISS P. A. P.
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Her voice, though, no more
Shall be blended with thine,—
Prepare now to meet her,
For you know not the time.
Shall be blended with thine,—
Prepare now to meet her,
For you know not the time.
Weep not for your loved one,
You'll soon meet again;
She passed through the vale
Without sorrow or pain:
Then lift up your voices,
Bend not to the blow,
The Saviour can heal
All your bleeding hearts now.
You'll soon meet again;
She passed through the vale
Without sorrow or pain:
Then lift up your voices,
Bend not to the blow,
The Saviour can heal
All your bleeding hearts now.
