Poems (Shipton)/The Last Night with the Dead

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THE LAST NIGHT WITH THE DEAD.

"Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again."
John xi. 23.

Farewell, friend, till the shadows flee away! Farewell, my loved one: it is sweet to say, "Till our next meeting"; there no pain can come, Nor partings dim the glory of our home. We'll meet again—where God's redeemed ones dwell, Where nevermore shall sound the word, "Farewell." O joyful hope! for then I shall have gazed ​On my Incarnate Lord; I shall have raised To Him these heavy eyes, tearful no more, And faith be lost in sight. My grief is o'er. Farewell till our next meeting; it will be Where Christ, not Death, shall veil thy face from me.

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