O brother, be faithful! the promise is sure,
That waits for the faithful and tried;
To reign with the ransomed, immortal and pure,
And ever with Jesus abide.
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To J. T. and M. T. Lane, on the death of their little Child, Francis M. Lane, July 25, 1858.
Still reigns the tyrant Death in sable power;
Sorrow and mourning wait at his command;
For tender bud as well as blooming flower,
Fades ’neath the touch of his relentless hand.