Poems (Pizey)/On the Death of a Friend
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ON THEDEATH OF A FRIEND.
And art thou gone, dear friend, for ever;
And has thy soul resign'd its form?
O yes, from thee I'm doom'd to sever,
For thee m y heart with grief is torn.
And has thy soul resign'd its form?
O yes, from thee I'm doom'd to sever,
For thee m y heart with grief is torn.
But one short pang, and thy pure spirit
Wing'd its bright way to realms above,
Where angels joyfully receiv'd it,
And welcom'd it with songs of love.
Wing'd its bright way to realms above,
Where angels joyfully receiv'd it,
And welcom'd it with songs of love.
Ah! why should I lament thy flight
From this vain transitory world?
Why should I grieve—or, is it right
To doubt the wisdom of the Lord?
From this vain transitory world?
Why should I grieve—or, is it right
To doubt the wisdom of the Lord?
To save thee from impending woe,
Unseen, unknown to mortal sight,
His arm in mercy gave the blow,
And call'd thee to the realms of light.
Unseen, unknown to mortal sight,
His arm in mercy gave the blow,
And call'd thee to the realms of light.
A bright example thou hast given
To those who still on earth reside;
Pointed the way which leads to heaven
Thou still our pattern art, and guide.
To those who still on earth reside;
Pointed the way which leads to heaven
Thou still our pattern art, and guide.