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Стр. 22 - This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake and find me there ! 3 O glorious hour!
Стр. 24 - Behold and see, as you pass by, As you are now so once was I; As I am now so you must be, Prepare for death and follow me.
Стр. 49 - WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.
Стр. 51 - WHEN blooming youth is snatched away By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, Which pity must demand. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, O may this truth, impressed With awful power, " I too must die !
Стр. 49 - Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust, My God shall raise my frame anew At the revival of the just.
Стр. 49 - Th' unfettered soul to God returns — For ever he and anguish part I 4. Beceive, 0 earth, his faded form, In thy cold bosom let it lie ; Safe let it rest from every storm — Soon must it rise, no more to die.
Стр. 21 - ... ere this youthful mind Could feel the value of thine own ; Ere this infantine heart could bind, In its deep cell, one look, one tone, To glide along on memory's stream, And bring back thrilling thoughts of...
Стр. 20 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu! But was it such? — It was. — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting words shall pass my lips no more!