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ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.
Mourn not for Marg'ret! her sufferings are o'er,
And her glorified spirit rejoices in bliss;
Triumphantly crowned, she remembers no more,
In the joys of the next world, the sorrows of this.
Conformed to her Saviour in suffering here,
She drank of the cup which her Father had given,
And exchanged for a higher and holier sphere
The trials of earth, for the treasures of heaven.
And her glorified spirit rejoices in bliss;
Triumphantly crowned, she remembers no more,
In the joys of the next world, the sorrows of this.
Conformed to her Saviour in suffering here,
She drank of the cup which her Father had given,
And exchanged for a higher and holier sphere
The trials of earth, for the treasures of heaven.
Mourn not for her, though in youth's early bloom
The summons to leave all most dear has been sent;
Though tears, bitter tears, may be shed o'er her tomb,
He loves her far more who recalls what he lent.
The summons to leave all most dear has been sent;
Though tears, bitter tears, may be shed o'er her tomb,
He loves her far more who recalls what he lent.
