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Rest ye! sweet sisters! earth had not one joy to equal heaven.The seal of Christian fellowship to each young heart was given.The kindred souls in life so dear, could not long parted be:They soared to swell in courts above the anthem of the free.
"UPON WHOM DOTH NOT HIS LIGHT ARISE?"
Is there a secret, hidden place, How lone soever it may be,In which Faith's vision may not trace The light of God's divinity?
Thou poor afflicted one! whose eye, Dim with the frequent-falling tear,Can see no friendly beacon nigh, Thy spirit's struggling grief to cheer,—
Lift up thine eye! a splendor streams All glorious from God's throne of light.Full on the trusting eye it beams, And turns to day grief's darkest night.
Thou weary one! who fain wouldst lay The burden of thy labors down,
