TO THE DEPARTED.
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Sleep on--for thou art calm at last;


And all the wrongs and all the woes


That marked thy weary wanderings past,


Have left thee to thy long repose.--


Thy sun of life midst tempcsts rose,


In storms and darkness hal, /, it seti


Yet rays Of glory, at its close,


Bursts forth, whose lustre, lingering yet,
Reveals to faiths uplifted eye,
How blest thine Immortality!
Yes!-thine is now a brighter doom,
A bliss unchanging as divine;
While he who shared thine hours of gloon,
Whose tears were even mixed with thine,
Is left to suffer and repine-
Oh not repinc!--sad heart be still!
And let it teach thee to resign,
And bend thee to thy Fathers will,
That she, whose sorrows were thine own,
Is blest at length-though blest alone.
will not mourn thee, dearcst-no!--
As one whose hope is quenched for aye,
The tear. unccasing shall not hoI
Which earth nor heaven can wipe away.
Rather from realms of cloulless day,
A light shall pierce the circlng gloom,
To cheer me on my weary way,
And guide the wandercr to his home,-
A home, where all that grieved before.
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