EVANISHINGS.
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'Tis dark here, father! Oh, weep not for me,For Heaven is light through all Eternity.In the pure garland of her Saviour's loveYour bud will shed her fragrance far above.
Oh, mother! Think I've only gone before,—My sisters! That we soon shall meet once more.Weep not for me! my heart is passing light,I'll rest to-morrow robed in spotless white.
Speak louder! for my earthly senses fail—Terrestrial things before my dim sight pale.Celestial visions meet my fading sight;I hear sweet music in the realms of light.
And thou, beloved, who art near my side—But one short month and I had been thy bride.How can I leave thee? 'Tis my Saviour's voice,He would espouse me-fainting heart, rejoice.
