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MY BBOTHER. |
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At length, as darkness fell Over the earth, he call'd us round his bed, And told us that his day of life had fled—
Bade us a long farewell!
I almost see him now— His thin white hands were clasp'd upon his breast. That spoke of peace—and yet of that unrest
The dying only know.
His forehead, white and clear, Glisten'd with gathering dews of life's last night t But 0, that cheek and eye, how strangely bright!
Consumption's seal was there.
He spoke; but that deep tone Scarce rose above a whisper, and a quiver "Was on his lips, as when the roses shiver,
Ere the white leaves are strown.
He spoke of youth and hope— Of death and parting—of a home above; Said that even then a Saviour's priceless love
Could buoy his spirit up.
He bade us weep no more, Nor grieve that he had pass'd from earth's dull
care, But follow on, in faith and humble prayer,
Toward that eternal shore. |
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