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OUR LOST, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: They never quite leave us, our friends who have passed
Last Line: But they live, like ourselves, in god's infinite care.
Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs.
Subject(s): Death; Friendship; Heaven; Loss; Dead, The; Paradise


THEY never quite leave us, our friends who have passed
Through the shadows of death to the sunlight above;
A thousand sweet memories are holding them fast
To the places they blest with their presence and love.

The work which they left and the books which they read
Speak mutely, though still with an eloquence rare;
And the songs that they sung, the dear words that they said,
Yet linger and sigh on the desolate air.

And oft when alone, and as oft in the throng,
Or when evil allures us or sin draweth nigh,
A whisper comes gently, "Nay, do not the wrong,"
And we feel that our weakness is pitied on high.

We toil at our tasks in the burden and heat
Of life's passionate noon; they are folded in peace.
It is well; we rejoice that their heaven is sweet,
And one day for us all the bitter will cease.

We, too, shall go home o'er the river of rest,
As the strong and the lovely before us have gone;
Our sun will go down in the beautiful west,
To rise in the glory that circles the throne.

Until then we are bound by our love and our faith
To the saints who are walking in Paradise fair;
They have passed beyond sight at the touching of death,
But they live, like ourselves, in God's infinite care.





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