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THE LAND OF REST. |
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"MY FLESH SHALL REST IN HOPE." When ye bear me away in my coffin dress
From all I have cherish'd or known; When o'er me the cold clods ye silently press,
And leave me to slumber alone ; When ye think of my couch, so cheerless and chill,
Where flowers in the starlight ope, And the willow leaves in the nig;ht air thrill,
llemember, I'm resting in hope!
When my voice ye shall miss in my own sweet home,
And look for my coming in vain; When a shadow-comes over you, dark as the tomb,
And ye think of the lost one again; 0! remember then, from my bed of dust,
With the vision of faith to look up; Remember, the Lord was my latest trust,
And know I am resting in hope !
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THE LAND OF REST. The curtain of slumber was darkly spread, In oblivion's folds it fell round my head: Soft veil of forgetfulness! sweetly it steals , O'er the troubled heart, with trials oppress'd, |
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