on the death of a beloved nephew.
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O, sister mine!
My heart is sore indeed for thee and thine.
Great is thy loss,
Heavy and hard to bear will be thy cross;
Bitter indeed
The cup thou hast to drink; thy heart will bleed
I know; but one
Above knows best. He called thy dear loved son,
And God is wise,
Knowing the future, all that therein lies;
And so He bade
His messengers to—"go and call the lad."
My heart is sore indeed for thee and thine.
Great is thy loss,
Heavy and hard to bear will be thy cross;
Bitter indeed
The cup thou hast to drink; thy heart will bleed
I know; but one
Above knows best. He called thy dear loved son,
And God is wise,
Knowing the future, all that therein lies;
And so He bade
His messengers to—"go and call the lad."
