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LINES,ON THE DEATH OF A BELOVED FRIEND.
God! who reigned within thy heart,
Ever of thy thoughts a part,
Now hath called thee hence;
Thou hast trod the blissful way.
To the realms of radiant day,
Beyond our mortal sense.
Ever of thy thoughts a part,
Now hath called thee hence;
Thou hast trod the blissful way.
To the realms of radiant day,
Beyond our mortal sense.
Fondest prayers and holiest tears,
Trembling hopes and tender fears,
Vainly called thee back;
Long thy spirit, winged for heaven,
With its bonds of clay had striven
To gain that blissful track.
Trembling hopes and tender fears,
Vainly called thee back;
Long thy spirit, winged for heaven,
With its bonds of clay had striven
To gain that blissful track.
And thou art there—Ah! thought, though bright.
Can never scale that Infinite,
The holy of our God!
Thy tender heart, thy gentle love
Now shine in angel forms above,
Amid that blest abode!
Can never scale that Infinite,
The holy of our God!
Thy tender heart, thy gentle love
Now shine in angel forms above,
Amid that blest abode!
