1 Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2 Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond the reign of death,
There surely is some blesséd clime,
Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
3 There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
A long eternity of love
Form'd for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that glorious sphere.
4 Thus star by star declines,
Till all are pass'd away,
As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day;
Nor sink those stars in empty night,
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
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First Line: | Friend after friend departs |
Meter: | 6s & 8s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Bereavement; Eternity; Heaven: Reunion in |
Notes: | Author from index: Montgomery |