to the memory of a dear friend.
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How sweet into thy listening ear
To pour each grief, each doubt, each fear!
To pour each grief, each doubt, each fear!
And ne'er in vain. An answering sound
In thy warm heart I ever found.
Thou with my faults wouldst kindly bear,
And sweetly every trial share:
Though dark my soul, as clouds of night,
Thy smiles would make my pathway bright.
In thy warm heart I ever found.
Thou with my faults wouldst kindly bear,
And sweetly every trial share:
Though dark my soul, as clouds of night,
Thy smiles would make my pathway bright.
My steps may join the busy throng;
My ear may list the thrilling song;
In every scene thy form I view,
The kindly-hearted and the true!
Long treasured in my heart shall dwell
The memory of our last farewell.
My ear may list the thrilling song;
In every scene thy form I view,
The kindly-hearted and the true!
Long treasured in my heart shall dwell
The memory of our last farewell.
Our last farewell! For, O! one thought
Is with my inmost spirit wrought.
That breathing tone,—it has for me
The voice, the might of prophecy.
One gracious boon will yet be given,—
To meet, to live, to love in heaven.
Is with my inmost spirit wrought.
That breathing tone,—it has for me
The voice, the might of prophecy.
One gracious boon will yet be given,—
To meet, to live, to love in heaven.
We parted in the house of prayer,—
God's earthly temple, pure and fair.
When grief's last fount of tears has gushed,
And sorrow's anguished strain is hushed,
Let us but meet around that shrine
In heaven,—eternal and divine.
God's earthly temple, pure and fair.
When grief's last fount of tears has gushed,
And sorrow's anguished strain is hushed,
Let us but meet around that shrine
In heaven,—eternal and divine.
