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262 FOREST MELODIES. |
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Send where thou wilt, but only send :'— ' Lo, I am with you to the end,' The Saviour made reply.
" His eye was fix'd upon this shore, His heart with pity's flood ran o'er,
Swift to this clime he sped, To bear the news of gospel grace; And here he found a resting-place,
Among the glorious dead.
" Know'st thou how many sons of night, He led into the gospel light ?
Nay, nay—thou canst not know! But when before the naming bar, Then thou shalt count each radiant star
That gleams upon his brow." |
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THE DISAPPOINTED.
Julia, I have heard thy story, Listen'd to thy tale of woe;
There is darkness hanging o'er thee, Which the world can never know.
Thy companions gaze with sadness On thy wasting cheek so fair,
Wond'ring why the light of gladness Does not shed its lustre there. |
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