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i was not always sorrowful.
"For could you see my happy home—
Those mansions of the blest,
Where all can hang confidingly
Upon their Saviour's breast,
Those mansions of the blest,
Where all can hang confidingly
Upon their Saviour's breast,
"You would not wish to call me back
To this dark world of woe;
Not e'en thy voice could bid me stay,—
Then, dear one, let me go."
To this dark world of woe;
Not e'en thy voice could bid me stay,—
Then, dear one, let me go."
Long years have passed since that dear form
Last lingered on my sight,
And Hope hath woven many a dream
To cheer the gloom of night;
Last lingered on my sight,
And Hope hath woven many a dream
To cheer the gloom of night;
But never to my spirit yet,
One, half so sweet, was given,
As that which came with gentle hopes
To point my soul to heaven.
One, half so sweet, was given,
As that which came with gentle hopes
To point my soul to heaven.
