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Poem July 10, 1863

Orleans Independent Standard

Irasburg, Barton, Orleans County, Vermont

What is this article about?

Elegy to Mrs. S. G. Bliss on the death of her dearest friend, the 'Sweet singer,' who has ascended to heaven, leaving comfort in religious faith and the promise of reunion.

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To Mrs. S. G. Bliss,

And can it be thy dearest friend
From thee has passed away?
That he was wearied of this earth,
And could no longer stay—
But plumed his wings for that blest shore
Where pain and death can come no more?

Yes, he has gone; but his fond heart
Tarried at Heaven's gate,
To cast a pitying look on thee.
So sad and desolate.
And beckon thee to that bright home,
Where parting scenes are all unknown.

But, while he lingered, angels came
From that bright holy throng,
Who sing their great Redeemer's praise,
In everlasting song;
And bade him tune anew his lyre,
And join with that immortal choir.

Then quickly answering to their voice,
The call he did obey;
And our "Sweet singer," THY BEST FRIEND
"Fled from our sight away."

And now with thee, and children dear.
Many will shed the friendly tear.
But, while we here his absence mourn,
We know he is not lost;
Only a little "gone before,"
A little sooner crossed;
"The river's" waters, deep and wide,
And waits us on "the other side."

L. C. WELLS.
Stanstead. C. E., June 26th, 1863.

What sub-type of article is it?

Elegy Hymn

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Religious Faith Friendship

What keywords are associated?

Elegy Mrs Bliss Sweet Singer Death Heaven Reunion Religious Comfort Friend Mourning Stanstead 1863

What entities or persons were involved?

L. C. Wells

Poem Details

Title

To Mrs. S. G. Bliss

Author

L. C. Wells

Subject

On The Death Of Her Dearest Friend, The Sweet Singer

Key Lines

And Can It Be Thy Dearest Friend From Thee Has Passed Away? That He Was Wearied Of This Earth, And Could No Longer Stay— But Plumed His Wings For That Blest Shore Where Pain And Death Can Come No More? And Our "Sweet Singer," Thy Best Friend "Fled From Our Sight Away." Only A Little "Gone Before," A Little Sooner Crossed; "The River's" Waters, Deep And Wide, And Waits Us On "The Other Side."

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