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No marvel that I long to sleep,
And live again those years;
No marvel that I wake to weep,
But oh! not bitter tears.
For blesséd be His boundless love
Who gave and took away;—
We know, that safe with Him above,
Ye wait the awful day.

In that calm land, where earthly fears
And griefs for ever cease,
The infant and the full of years
Together rest in peace.
And we, though sorrowing and bereft,
Must strive in faith and prayer,
Thankful for countless blessings left,
At last to meet them there.

E.

October 4, 1854.