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REPLY TO A DYING BROTHER. 29
'Tis well!—then thou shalt reach that blissful clime;
Then thou shalt gaze upon that glorious river,-And join the ransom'd in a strain sublime,
Drinking the sweetness of its bliss forever.
REPLY TO A DYING BROTHER.
To the writer he said, "Come with me until I meet my Saviour."
Brother, I 've walk'd with thee Thro' the green path of childhood; but, alas! Thou 'st reach'd the borders of a mystic sea,
Thy sister cannot pass.
The one so fondly dear— Whose step thou hast not miss'd in all thy way, Who shared thy transport and thy every tear f In youth and infancy—
Must now remain behind, For thou art launching upon Jordan's wave ; Divested of its garb, the immortal mind
Now triumphs o'er the grave.
But I am still of earth; Mortality has flung its garb round me, And yet my spirit feels her nobler birth,
Her loftier destiny,