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        Hast thou embraced them there,
    Thy kindred, tenants of yon world of bliss?
        Oh say, do angels share
    The sympathies so sweetly sown in this?
    The nurtured 'neath one roof, one native sky,
Meet they with changeless love where every tear is dry?

        Ah! hast thou seen his face
    Whom thy young hand with tender zeal did lead
        To seek a Saviour's grace?
    That brother, who, God's flock ordain'd to feed,
    Touch'd with pure lip the altar's living fire,
And earlier found his place with Heaven's immortal choir.

        Say, at the pearly gate
    Hail'd she thy coming with a fond acclaim;
        She who, with hope elate,
    Taught thy young lisping tongue the Almighty's name?
    And he, whose life closed like a hymn of praise,
Thy patriarchal sire, serene and full of days?

        Be silent; ask no more;
    Bow in deep reverence to the sacred dead;
        No mortal thought may soar
    To their high ecstasy, unnamed and dread;
    Wait till the temple's veil is rent for thee,
And let God's will be thine, heir of eternity.