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Some day I shall go to her I say,
 Or she will come over to me;
In a little space I shall see her face,
 This very day it may be.
So I will not mind the things unkind,
 The bitter that might be sweet
But strive with a better braver heart
To fight the good fight and bear my part,
    While she thinks of me
    And prays for me,
 And very soot we shall meet.

Sometimes I ponder how it will be
 When you drift to some home afar;
And sometimes how when you are gone
 Where the saints and angels
When another river shall flow between
 That never can be recrossed;
But still I say, whatever betide,
Though earth may part us or death divide,
    She will think of me,
    She will pray for me;
 My friend can never be lost.

For friendship to live must be to love
 To remember must be to pray
So living or dying your prayers must be mine
 And mine must be yours alway.