POEMS.
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Then I leave you to your Saviour,
While we go our lonely way,—
Trusting in the great hereafter
Where all is bright as day.
While we go our lonely way,—
Trusting in the great hereafter
Where all is bright as day.
Farewell! Still I forgive you;
And while on earth I'll pray
That you'll be receiv'd in Heaven
At the resurrection-day.
And while on earth I'll pray
That you'll be receiv'd in Heaven
At the resurrection-day.
THOUGHTS ON DEATH.
"God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform."
He sent a meek-eyed stranger
To shield me from the storm.
She asked me, oh, so kindly,
Had I made my peace with God,—
Was I ready for the summons,
And to sleep beneath the sod.
Had I made my peace with God,—
Was I ready for the summons,
And to sleep beneath the sod.
She said the Lord had sent her
That mission to perform,—
To prepare me for His coming,
And to shield me from the storm.
That mission to perform,—
To prepare me for His coming,
And to shield me from the storm.
