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A MOURNING PARENT. 103 |
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Oh ! see how soon the flowers of life
decay, How soon terrestrial pleasures fade away ! This star of comfort for a moment given, Just rose on earth, then set, to rise in
heaven. Yet mourn not, as of hope bereft, its
doom, Nor water with thy tears its early tomb: Redeemed by God from sin, released
from pain, Its life were punishment, its death is
gain.'" |
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