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    LINES ON THE DEATH OF HENRY N. WHITE

    By Uriah Smith

    Passed away from earth forever,
    Free from all its cares and fears,
    He again will join us never
    While we tread this vale of tears;
    For the turf is now his pillow,
    And he sleeps among the dead;
    While the cypress and the willow
    Wave above his lowly bed.
    There he slumbers, calmly slumbers,
    With the silent, peaceful dead.
    APYO 94.1

    With what grief and anguish riven,
    Should we see the loved depart!
    If there was no promise given,
    Which could soothe the wounded heart!
    If the chains with which death binds them,
    Ne’er again should broken be:
    And his prison which confines them,
    Ne’er be burst to set them free;
    If forever there to leave them,
    Were our hopeless destiny.
    APYO 94.2

    But a glorious day is nearing,
    Earth’ long-wished-for jubilee;
    When creation’ King appearing,
    Shall proclaim his people free;
    When upborne on Love’ bright pinion,
    They shall shout from land and sea,
    Death! where is thy dark dominion!
    Grave! where is thy victory!
    Then we’ll meet him, gladly meet him,
    Where we’ll never parted be.
    APYO 94.3

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