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With the last counsel and the fond farewell, Which long in memory's magic ear shall dwell.
0 what an hour! 0, what a gloomy morn!
1 never wept so utterly forlorn,
As when I heard, For the last time, that brother call my name— That fearful hour like some wild vision came;
That parting word, Sharp as an arrow, pierced my inmost soul, Bidding affection's fountains freely roll.
A message was despatch'd to one whose name Was on those dying lips ; but when he came
They could not speak: Raising his hand he pointed upward far,— That look!—it seem'd to say, " 0, meet me there!"
Then quiet, meek,
Those eyelids dropp'd to their profound repose,
For death had seal'd them, never to unclose. wo.
Seekest thou for happiness ?
Haste thee to the mercy-seat: Thou shalt surely find it there,
At the great Redeemer's feet.