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THE DARKNESS OF GRIEF'. 167
THE FAREWELL. _
Go—may Israel's God protect thee,
Mid the dangers of thy way! . Go—may angel guides direct thee,
Wheresoe'er thy footsteps stray!
Go—may Jesus' arm be round thee, May his strength still be thine own!
Go—may the sweet ties that bound thee, Draw thee closer to his throne!
Go—may angel wings be o'er thee, And their brightness on thy brow !
Go—the Spirit go before thee,
With the light which cheers thee now!
Go—th' Almighty's arms enfold thee,
And his grace to thee be given! Go—I shall, I shall behold thee
Once again in earth, or heaven!
THE DARKNESS OF GRIEF.
" Slie goeth unto tlie grave to weep there."—The Bible.
I saw her kneel beside a grave,
Where the fresh earth was strown:
'Twas at the stilly hour of eve, When the rich sunset shone—