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THE OLD CHAPEL. 31
"But O, thou dying one ! Thou hast a safer Guard, a surer Guide— For bright-wmg'd angels from the Saviour's throne
E'en now are at thy side.
Adieu! a fond adieu!
And when, like thee, I close my beamless eye,
0 then, sweet brother, linger in my view,
And teach me how to die! i8«.
THE OLD CHAPEL. I stood within the hallow'd dome
Where I had worshipp'd from a child; The faces of my early home
Were round me with their wonted smile.
Oft had I wish'd to tread again
Those sacred aisles which erst I trod,
Again my holiest prayers to blend In that dear temple of my God.
The boon was given,—and now I felt The glowings of those by-gone years,
When at that altar I had knelt, And pour'd my supplicating tears.
I thought of friends that worshipp'd there, Whose places now were vacant seen;
The young, the beautiful, the fair— How well-remember'd was their mien 1