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Woods unknown receive him,
    'Midst the mighty wild;
Yet with God we leave him,
    Blessed, blessed child!

And our tears gush o'er his lovely dust,

Mournfully, yet still from hearts of trust.

Though his eye hath brighten'd
    Oft our weary way,
And his clear laugh lighten'd
    Half our hearts' dismay;

Still in hope we give back what was given,

Yielding up the beautiful to Heaven.

And to her who bore him,
    Her who long must weep,
Yet shall Heaven restore him
    From his pale, sweet sleep!

Those blue eyes of love and peace again

Through her soul will shine, undimm'd by pain.