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4669124Poems — Lines on the Death of the Rev. S. K. TalmageMary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert

LINES ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. S. K. TALMAGE.

MOURN not, friends, mourn not, bereaved, That his earthly race is run;He hath reached the gates celestial, Over death the victory won.

Moulded in his Father's image, He the Saviour's footsteps trod;And God claimed his sainted spirit, Ere the body reached the sod.

Ah! ye would not then recall him, But a tenement of clay;Bless, oh! bless God, that his mercy, Called his loved one away.

Meek and lowly, pure in spirit— Humble as a little child—Mighty in his love of Jesus— He is with the undefiled.

Ever ready with his counsel, And his prayers to guide the young;Choirs of redeemed sinners, When he died, the requiem sung.

Mourn not, friends, mourn not, bereaved, That his earthly race is run;He hath reached the goal eternal, Over death the victory won.