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"See, mother dear, those lamps that shine.
To give us light below;
If Jesus would come down for me,
You'd surely let me go.
To give us light below;
If Jesus would come down for me,
You'd surely let me go.
For there the streets are paved with gold,
And hung with crystals bright;"
And, saying this, she'd kiss our cheeks,
And bid us all good night.
And hung with crystals bright;"
And, saying this, she'd kiss our cheeks,
And bid us all good night.
A sudden fear would fill our hearts,
Lest our fair home might be
Bereft of this dear loved one's form
And merry voice of glee.
Lest our fair home might be
Bereft of this dear loved one's form
And merry voice of glee.
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The years passed on with rapid flight,
And all was bright and gay;
And still our darling sported round
In youthful, careless play.
And all was bright and gay;
And still our darling sported round
In youthful, careless play.
At last, the dreaded shadow fell
Over our household band:
Death smiled upon our fairest one;
He grasped her gentle hand.
Over our household band:
Death smiled upon our fairest one;
He grasped her gentle hand.
