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I96 FABER'S HYMNS.
Dear dead ! they have become
Like guardian angels to us; And distant Heaven like home,
Through them begins to woo us; Love, that was earthly, wings
Its flight to holier places ; The dead are sacred things
That multiply our graces.
They whom we loved on earth
Attract us now to Heaven ; Who shared our grief and mirth
Back to us now are given. They move with noiseless foot
Gravely and sweetly round us, And their soft touch hath cut
Full many a chain that bound us.
O dearest dead! to Heaven
With grudging sighs we gave you, To Him — be doubts forgiven !
Who took you there to save you : — Now get us grace to love
Your memories yet more kindly, Pine for our homes above,
And trust to God more blindly.