I FAIN WOULD GO.
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From parting's bitter pain,
And meeting's transient gain,
And death that mocks us so,—
With glad life's overthrow,
I fain would go.
And meeting's transient gain,
And death that mocks us so,—
With glad life's overthrow,
I fain would go.
To some fair land and far
Where all my lost ones are,
Where smiles shall bloom anew,
And friendship shall be true,
Where falls no weary night,
Since God Himself is light,—
Across the soundless sea
To that far land, And free,
I fain would go.
Where all my lost ones are,
Where smiles shall bloom anew,
And friendship shall be true,
Where falls no weary night,
Since God Himself is light,—
Across the soundless sea
To that far land, And free,
I fain would go.
