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The Loved and Gone.
OW could they tell me she was dead,
My precious one, my own?
I heard it with a pale, calm cheek,
I could not bear that men should look
Upon my agony ;
And so I coldly turned away,
Almost as carelessly as they.
I wonder if they've planted flowers
I wonder if the mourning tree
Or if kind friends are there to weep,
And who were near to lay their hands
And speak those words of hope and cheer
Or point her feeble faith to Thee,
I know not if they've planted flowers
I know not if the mourning tree
Or if kind friends are there to weep
heart there was a fount
Of bitter, gushing woe;
I sought to be alone, that tears
She was so dear to me- -so good,
With her kind eyes and pleasant smile,
And she to die, nor I be there
I only know that I am sad,
So desolate and lone:
The world has such a weary look,
And yet I feel how worse than vain,
I know that mine's a selfish grief,
Yet still my heart keeps sighing on,
E, the Blessed and All-glorious Deity, whose presence is joy, and bliss, and Heaven, shall be the Life, the Light, the Praise of the New Jerusalem, and all its divine inhabitants! Love shall reign triumphant in every heart; every pure and celestial desire shall be gratified to the full; every holy and devout affection shall find its adequate supply; and, one uninterrupted scene of happiness, serenity, and comfort, shall smile eternally, and eternally be found; where the harps of ten thousand times ten thousand shall ceaselessly hymn the Father of Mercies, and the Lamb who sitteth on the throne forever and
The Star of Love.
Y SAVIOUR, can I follow thee,
Oh, let thy Star of Love but shine,
Then gladly will I follow Thee, Though hurricanes appear; Singing sweet carols o'er the sea, A cheerful mariner.