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TIIE DEPARTED YEAR. 329
His ever gracious, pitying eye Was fill'd with purest sympathy.
" Weep not!" her loving Master said ; " Thy friend shall leave his dustyJbed. Thy brother, now corrupting here, Shall to thy weeping eyes appear !" He spake—what music in his voice ! It made her broken heart rejoice !
0 ! when like hers, the bitter tear Was flowing for my bfotlrer dear;. When naught on earth could yield relief, Or blunt the piercing darts of grief,
1 heard the same sweet, heavenly sound, And comfort to my spirit found.
THE DEPARTED YEAR. . To some, it has flitted sweetly by
Like a bright, translucent stream, Bearing the image of the sky
In an ever-wavy gleam: ; To some, it has brought the bane of woe,
The dregs of sorrow's cup; The recording angel lingers now
To seal its records up.
Shall we recall the buried past ? Its shadowy hope and fear ? |
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