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Thrice blessèd words of hope and faith,
Recorded on the grave,
Ye shine amid the gloom of death,
Like beacons on the wave!
Bright as the rainbow's arch sublime,
Spanning the stormy sky,
Ye beam upon the clouds of time,
A light that cannot die.
Recorded on the grave,
Ye shine amid the gloom of death,
Like beacons on the wave!
Bright as the rainbow's arch sublime,
Spanning the stormy sky,
Ye beam upon the clouds of time,
A light that cannot die.
E.
Godinton, October 3, 1837.
