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poems.
Our two most precious loved ones—
The light and joy of home—
Have gone to dwell with angels,
And left us sad and lone.
The light and joy of home—
Have gone to dwell with angels,
And left us sad and lone.
But they have only gone before us,
While we are toiling on
Their little hands still beckon us
To our loving Father's home.
While we are toiling on
Their little hands still beckon us
To our loving Father's home.
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the tree of life,
Nearer the golden gates
Which shut out pain and strife.
Nearer the tree of life,
Nearer the golden gates
Which shut out pain and strife.
Nearer the jasper sea,
Where the many angels dwell,
There Alice and Freddie await us,
Their love and joy to tell.
Where the many angels dwell,
There Alice and Freddie await us,
Their love and joy to tell.
And sweet will be the meeting,
When on that blissful shore,
By angel bands attended,
We meet to part no more.
When on that blissful shore,
By angel bands attended,
We meet to part no more.
