  Where are the hearts we cherished so, Who’ve left this earthly main, And gone from kindred circles dear, Ne’er to return again? Where gone those aged silvery locks? That sturdy youthful brow? Alas! no sound comes from the grave, Where they’re reposing now! When troubles here our paths beset. When cares and woes assail, We often think of those at rest Within that happy Vale; And tho’ we cannot wish them back In this sad world of pain— O! how we long to catch a glimpse Of their dear forms again! But just beyond the stream which glides Between that Land and ours— Where fairer fields are all adorned With never-fading flow’rs, And brighter suns forever shine Throughout the golden spheres, We’ll dwell with those who’ve left us here, Through never-ending years. decorative tailpiece |
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