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Poems.
That repose is beyond the tomb,
That home the realms of the blest,
Where celestial rays illume
The joy-enlightened breast.
There, is the Almighty's throne,
There, sainted spirits meet
Together in that sacred dome,
Around His mercy seat.
That home the realms of the blest,
Where celestial rays illume
The joy-enlightened breast.
There, is the Almighty's throne,
There, sainted spirits meet
Together in that sacred dome,
Around His mercy seat.
MEMENTOS.
I love mementos,
Though they 're fragile things; for they speak of joys
Departed; of absent friends, and happy
Moments fled forever: and though I know
These little "mementos of love" are frail,
I can but love them; true we cannot quite
Forget old friends and former times, within
Our memory's tablet they 're engraved; years
May pass on, time in his reckless course may
Changes make, but from our mental store-house
Ne'er can be removed the sweet remembrance
Though they 're fragile things; for they speak of joys
Departed; of absent friends, and happy
Moments fled forever: and though I know
These little "mementos of love" are frail,
I can but love them; true we cannot quite
Forget old friends and former times, within
Our memory's tablet they 're engraved; years
May pass on, time in his reckless course may
Changes make, but from our mental store-house
Ne'er can be removed the sweet remembrance
