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POEMS.
And when upon their dying bed.
Be haunted by the deeds they did.
And when the damps of death close o'er.
Nor peace nor hope for ever more,
The wrath of their offended God
Will reach them e'en beneath the sod.
Be haunted by the deeds they did.
And when the damps of death close o'er.
Nor peace nor hope for ever more,
The wrath of their offended God
Will reach them e'en beneath the sod.
BURYING-GROUND MUSINGS.
Why mourn we for departed friends?
When dead life's joys and sorrows end.
If only ready to meet our God,
We need not fear being under the sod.
Thoughts while I these graves explore
Of so many loved ones crone before:
My father and mother, brother dear,
And many others resting here.
Of so many loved ones crone before:
My father and mother, brother dear,
And many others resting here.
Their immortal spirits watching above
To welcome us with heavenly love
Whenever our Maker calls us home
To dwell with Him and forever to roam
The beautiful land of golden light
In Heaven above where all is bright.
To welcome us with heavenly love
Whenever our Maker calls us home
To dwell with Him and forever to roam
The beautiful land of golden light
In Heaven above where all is bright.
