We will fall in the work—we will die at our post.
W. Hunter.
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Farewell to a friend departed.
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:
The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro’ the gloom.
2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,