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A steadfast anchor to the soul,
 When faith is weak and hope is vain,
As turns the needle to the pole,
 Our hearts return to them again.

She sleeps, but she will wake again,
 Soon shall the darkness disappear;
God never does His work in vain,
 But brings it onward, year by year.
She is not here, she lives above,
 And soon this consecrated clay
Shall join its holier part above,
 When angels roll the stone away.

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MINISTERING SPIRITS.

In the calm and gentle hour,
 When the silent stars look out
From their happy homes in heaven,
 On this world of care and doubt;
When the gemmed sky smiles above us,
 And the earth in shadow lies,
Come they, who in life did love us,
 With their meek and starry eyes.

And they hover round us nightly,
 Chasing each dark care away,
Such as on our bosom's substance
 Creeps, with envious haste to prey;