His care will guard and train it till the hour
When thou shalt come, the blessed day arrived,
With thine own eyes, long waiting, to behold
The vision of the Lamb. Back to thine arms
Then He the faithful Shepherd shall restore
Thy child—still thine—the same o'er which did fall
Thy bitter tears when lost to thee he seemed.
The same, yet not the same! more beautiful
Beyond compare, e'en as the hyacinth
That perfect stands, unfolded every grace,
Is lovelier than the bulb that held it once,
And hid its purple hues. Ah! then thy joy
The memory of thy grief at last shall drown;
And with all ecstasies of thankful love
And praise admiring, shall thy soul o'erflow.
He lies upon the bier, pale, silent, cold,
Yet beauteous still. Disease hath stolen away
But little from the face that late did seem
Almost a seraph's. On the marble brow
Chiselled so daintily, so calm, so pure,
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