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The following lines, said to be written by an
American lady, have lately been set to music and
sold in London. They are entitled the "Mis-
sionary's Farewell"


land where the bones of ourfathcrs are sleeping,
Land where our dear ones and fond ones arc


weeping


Land where the light of Jehovah is shining!
We leave thee lamenting, but not with repining.
Dark is our path DER the dark-rong oceani
Dark are our hearts, but tho fire of devotion
Kindlcs withn-and far distant nation
Shall learn from Our lips the glad song Of saliva


ton.


Hail to the land of our tolls and our sorrows!
Land of our rest!-when few more to-morrows
Pass o'cr our heads we will seek our cold pillows
And rest in our graves, far away DER the billows