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Where the long reeds quiver,
    Where the pines make moan,
Leave we by the river
    Earth to earth alone!

God and Father! may our journeyings on

Lead to where the blessed boy is gone!

From the exile's sorrow,
    From the wanderer's dread
Of the night and morrow,
    Early, brightly fled;

Thou hast called him to a sweeter home

Than our lost one o'er the ocean's foam.

Now let thought behold him
    With his angel look,
Where those arms enfold him,
    Which benignly took

Israel's babes to their Good Shepherd's breast,

When his voice their tender meekness blest.