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Poems.
Doth God create that gentle breeze,
Sporting unseen among the trees?
If He created all things that we see,
How good and how great that God must be.
Sporting unseen among the trees?
If He created all things that we see,
How good and how great that God must be.
Oh! yes, dear child, God made the whole,
And gave to each mortal frame, a soul;
And when we die, as truly we must,
And our bodies return to their kindred dust,
The soul will ascend to those mansions on high,
For the spirit 's immortal and never can die.
And oh, may it be thy constant care,
This important truth in thy mind to bear,
That brief is our stay in this earthly sphere,
And all is fleeting and transient here;
So place thy hopes above this earth,
In that better land of thy spirit's birth;
And when thy parting hour draws near,
May'st thou meet it firmly, without a fear;
For God, who caused all these things to be,
Will ever be present to watch over thee;
And when thy body is laid 'neath the sod,
Thy spirit, dear child, will be with its God.
And gave to each mortal frame, a soul;
And when we die, as truly we must,
And our bodies return to their kindred dust,
The soul will ascend to those mansions on high,
For the spirit 's immortal and never can die.
And oh, may it be thy constant care,
This important truth in thy mind to bear,
That brief is our stay in this earthly sphere,
And all is fleeting and transient here;
So place thy hopes above this earth,
In that better land of thy spirit's birth;
And when thy parting hour draws near,
May'st thou meet it firmly, without a fear;
For God, who caused all these things to be,
Will ever be present to watch over thee;
And when thy body is laid 'neath the sod,
Thy spirit, dear child, will be with its God.
