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Ah, how drear would be e'en heaven
Did not hope, with glances bright,
Whisper that the hearts now riven
In that world shall re-unite !

As we know the lambs we tended,
When they came from pastures chill,
Bleating to the fold for shelter
From the bare and frosty hill,
By the ribbon red or azure,
That we tied long months before,
And we lift the gates with pleasure
To receive them home once more,—

So shall they who've gone before us
Ope for us the gate of light ;
Kiss away our fears and trembling,
Put on us the robe of white ;