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We miss thy face so kindly,
 In thy accustomed seat;
Thy gentle voice so sweetly
 Will never more us greet.

Thy mission here is ended;
 Thy work on earth is o'er;
Thy spirit-life is blended
 With angels forever more.

TO ALIDA.

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Dear Alida, thy tender mother
 Left thee for the spirit-land;
Gone unto her loving Saviour,
 There to join the heavenly band.

Dry thy tears. A dutiful daughter
 Has no cause for one regret;
If her heavenly father calls her,
 He will never thee forget.

Oft I've watched thy tender feeling
 For thy mother pass'd away.
Well I know that in God's keeping
 Leaving thee so oft I pray