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Lady White Ridley.
in memoriam.
The angel Death has led her gently through
The Silent gates into the Unknown land;
And ye perforce must drink the cup of rue
Which Sorrow holds in her remorseless hand;
Must bow submission to the will Divine,
And say—"Thy will be done," dear Lord, not mine.
The Silent gates into the Unknown land;
And ye perforce must drink the cup of rue
Which Sorrow holds in her remorseless hand;
Must bow submission to the will Divine,
And say—"Thy will be done," dear Lord, not mine.
O hearts bereaved of your beloved one,
What consolation can we offer you
Whose best, and dearest, from the earth has gone?
The sweetest comfort, if God's word be true:
Here is the balm to soothe your heart's sad pain,
Here in this promise—"Ye shall meet again!"
What consolation can we offer you
Whose best, and dearest, from the earth has gone?
The sweetest comfort, if God's word be true:
Here is the balm to soothe your heart's sad pain,
Here in this promise—"Ye shall meet again!"
The silver cord is loosened for a while;
The golden bond is broken for a space;
But ye shall see again her tender smile,
Shall gaze again on her beloved face,
Shall clasp her hand, and hear her voice once more,
Amid the blessed throng on Caanan's shore.
The golden bond is broken for a space;
But ye shall see again her tender smile,
Shall gaze again on her beloved face,
Shall clasp her hand, and hear her voice once more,
Amid the blessed throng on Caanan's shore.
