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Yet light is round him—light more pure
Than ever lit the brightest star;
Deep love, to trust and to endure,
A faith—oh lovelier, fairer far.
Calm he reviews a virtuous life,
Looks up, and sees a Father's smile,
And even affection's bitter strife,
Religion gently can beguile.
Than ever lit the brightest star;
Deep love, to trust and to endure,
A faith—oh lovelier, fairer far.
Calm he reviews a virtuous life,
Looks up, and sees a Father's smile,
And even affection's bitter strife,
Religion gently can beguile.
An earthly fame he knows is bis,
On each loved painting turns bis eye;
Even then she whispers deeper bliss,
She breathes of immortality.
She brings the loved ones of his youth,
And each dear babe, to that bright place.
And tells him those blest words of truth,
'There he shall see them face to face.'
On each loved painting turns bis eye;
Even then she whispers deeper bliss,
She breathes of immortality.
She brings the loved ones of his youth,
And each dear babe, to that bright place.
And tells him those blest words of truth,
'There he shall see them face to face.'
'T is over now—he mourns no more,
His lovely visions, once so dear;
He feels, he knows, they are not o'er,
Rich treasures for some holier sphere.
There shall his noblest thoughts expand,
More fully perfected, and free;
For heaven, that pure, that holy land,
For spirits such as his must be.
His lovely visions, once so dear;
He feels, he knows, they are not o'er,
Rich treasures for some holier sphere.
There shall his noblest thoughts expand,
More fully perfected, and free;
For heaven, that pure, that holy land,
For spirits such as his must be.
