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BY QUINTE’S SIDE.
And ye who stood above their graves,
Your saddened hearts with anguish torn,
And deemed the burden Heaven sent,
Too heavy to be borne
Have learned at last, as I once learned,
The burden of old Quinte’s song
That life’s great lesson is “to live,
To suffer, and be strong.”
O, friends of vanished childhood’s days
Who dwell on Quinte’s sunlit shore,
Across the intervening years
I greet you all once more
Whilst all my heart goes out in prayer,
May peace and joy with you abide
And God be with the friends who dwell
By pleasant Quinte’s side.
“Dear hearts, their sleep is calm and sweet
By Quinte’s restful side.”
