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The coming of the morrow
 May be our brighter day,
Then who would live in sorrow,
 When we in Heaven may stay.

By prayer and careful watching,
 Till our work on earth is o'er,
Our home above is waiting,
 When we reach the heavenly shore.

There will be friendly greetings,
 By lovely angel forms;
There our loved ones are waiting
 Beyond this world of storms.

There's balm for thy heart-sorrow
 In this lovely living trust.
Let us every comfort borrow
 Till we mingle with the dust.

Our love for children ever
 Dwells within our heart:
Mother-love can never
 Cease till we depart.

Well I know the anguish—
 The bleeding heartfelt sore—
That we can never banish
 Till at rest forever more.