I enjoy a long Epitaph
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A few short years of labour past
We reach the happy shore
Where death divided friends at last
Shall meet to part no more.
We reach the happy shore
Where death divided friends at last
Shall meet to part no more.
Charles Hall
Call not back the dear departed
Anchored safe where storms are o'er
On the border land we left them
Soon to meet and part no more
Far beyond this ...
Anchored safe where storms are o'er
On the border land we left them
Soon to meet and part no more
Far beyond this ...
Julia Martin
Far from this world of toil and strife,
He's present with the Lord;
The labours of his mortal life,
End in a large reward
He's present with the Lord;
The labours of his mortal life,
End in a large reward
Spencer Twelftree
Let no tear thine eye-lids dim;
O'er this pale house of clay.
But think I rest at peace with him
Who wipes all tears away
O'er this pale house of clay.
But think I rest at peace with him
Who wipes all tears away
Clifford Maurice Hulbert
Time restores to earth each year,
All it took away.
Snows depart and birds appear.
Woods grow green and gay.
Blossoms fill the orchard-tree.
Wint...
All it took away.
Snows depart and birds appear.
Woods grow green and gay.
Blossoms fill the orchard-tree.
Wint...
Kezia Margaret Hodges
A long eventful life its course has run
The labour, trial and trouble are done.
This is the end of all life's restless tide,
The universal epitaph ...
The labour, trial and trouble are done.
This is the end of all life's restless tide,
The universal epitaph ...
Richard James
And He who takes our jewels to his keeping
Knows how we miss them and in His tender love
Stoops down to comfort and hush our weeping
With promises ...
Knows how we miss them and in His tender love
Stoops down to comfort and hush our weeping
With promises ...
Lucy Cobbledick
Weep not dear friends
But be content
For unto you I was but lent
My days on earth they were but few
And wasted like the morning dew
But be content
For unto you I was but lent
My days on earth they were but few
And wasted like the morning dew
Joseph Petney
Why do we mourn departing friends
Or shake at Death's alarms
Tis but the voice that Jesus Sends
To call them to his arms
The graves of all His s...
Or shake at Death's alarms
Tis but the voice that Jesus Sends
To call them to his arms
The graves of all His s...
Jane Sampson