The Angel of Death
They greet so joyful the final day:

No tribulations their rest encumber,

No visitations of fortune's sway.

No longer thwarted,

As earth compels us,

They have departed,

The spirit tells us,

Exchanging thralldom for freedom's gem,

And their achievements shall follow them.

[Pg 49]

A noble feeling each step impelling,

They gained the home of their Father soon.

That ample city shall be their dwelling,

Whose light depends not on sun and moon:

For greater light,

Than the sun containeth,

Has He, whose might

From the throne there reigneth,

With grace to all in that city stay;

And life and bliss doth His glance convey!


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