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THOU ART GONE.
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BY REV. JAMES cILBoRNE LYONS, M. D. Thou art gone to the shores of the seraph's land T" the sacred place oi the righteous bard ;- Thou hast fled afar, like some forest bird, When the leaves of her dwelling are rude!y

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 Thy Ire has dust on it's ruin'd string, Thy bride is sad n her fowrry spring, Thy foot-unseen on the temple floor. Thy voice-unheard at the poor mans door. Young Soldier of Truth thou didst raise thy

 shield

 With its hlood-red cross on stormy field; Thou didst look unmov'd on the banner'd throng When the friend was cold & the foe was strong Tn the front of lhe battle we saw thee stand. With a fearless hesrts and forward hand We did hope that the glories of coming years Would cluster about thee: We thought not of But go :-it was better 10 die thus young, When thy praise was loud upon every tongue It was happier far than to finger on. Till the bloom and freshness of life were gone. Since the seal was set on thy noble brow, Thou hast kcp, thy promise and paid thy vow And when suns and systems shall fade and fall Those works of thine shall outlive them all.