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THE SUICIDE.
Her proud eyes that drew him onward,
To the goal of love and faith,
May not look in careless scorning,
On the handiwork of Death.
To the goal of love and faith,
May not look in careless scorning,
On the handiwork of Death.
Ruby lips that once he kissed,
Lips that trembled at his touch,
Wedded to another's, never,
Long for him who loved her much.
What to him that hearts were breaking,
In his pathway every day,
Human sorrow makes no weaker,
Pangs that eat the heart away.
Lips that trembled at his touch,
Wedded to another's, never,
Long for him who loved her much.
What to him that hearts were breaking,
In his pathway every day,
Human sorrow makes no weaker,
Pangs that eat the heart away.
Hearts may break, and graves may gather,
Suns will shine and flowers blow,
And the endless crowd keep surging,
And swaying to and fro.
Fold his hands and have no crying,
'Tis the living, not the dead,
That demand the tears and heart-aches,
And the silent pangs of dread.
Suns will shine and flowers blow,
And the endless crowd keep surging,
And swaying to and fro.
Fold his hands and have no crying,
'Tis the living, not the dead,
That demand the tears and heart-aches,
And the silent pangs of dread.
Done with all Life's bitter striving,
Peaceful is his brow and calm,
Tired of the dreary waiting,
For the healing balm of Time.
Let no scornful tongue upbraid him,
For the way was very long,
Let the Heavenly Father judge him.
He repaireth every wrong.
Peaceful is his brow and calm,
Tired of the dreary waiting,
For the healing balm of Time.
Let no scornful tongue upbraid him,
For the way was very long,
Let the Heavenly Father judge him.
He repaireth every wrong.
