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Poems.
Then, when across Jordan's cold stream,
These years of toil will seem a dream.
These years of toil will seem a dream.
So watch and pray, and be content,
And let not time be idly spent.
And let not time be idly spent.
IN THE CITY OF PEACE.
In the city of peace, that is paved with pure gold;
The half of whose loveliness has never been told;
On the beautiful shore of the bright crystal sea,
Oh! is there not some one that is watching for me?
The half of whose loveliness has never been told;
On the beautiful shore of the bright crystal sea,
Oh! is there not some one that is watching for me?
Though around me, so darkly misfortunes may press,
Enveloping my life in a film of distress;
That gloom o'er my soul like rain to parched fields would be,
If I knew friends in glory were praying for me.
Enveloping my life in a film of distress;
That gloom o'er my soul like rain to parched fields would be,
If I knew friends in glory were praying for me.
Though my path o'er life's mountains is rugged and steep,
And lone are the vigils, that my sad heart must keep,
And lone are the vigils, that my sad heart must keep,
