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Old Tune.

A-MEN.

467.

"In my Father's house are many mansions."

I CANNOT think of them as dead
Who walk with me no more;
Along the path of life I tread

They have but gone before.

The Father's house is mansioned fair
Beyond my vision dim;

All souls are his, and here or there
Are living unto him.

And still their silent ministry

Within my heart hath place

As when on earth they walked with me And met me face to face.

Their lives are made forever mine;

What they to me have been
Hath left henceforth its seal and sign
Engraven deep within.

Mine are they by an ownership

Nor time nor death can free;
For God hath given to Love to keep
Its own eternally.

468.

Frederick L. Hosmer. "Seeing we are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses."

THE dead are like the stars by day,

Withdrawn from mortal eye,
Yet holding unperceived their way
Through the unclouded sky.

477. "The spirit shall return unto God who gave it." CALM on the bosom of thy God,

Young spirit, rest thee now:
E'en while with us thy footstep trod,

His seal was on thy brow.
Dust, to its narrow house beneath;
Soul, to its home on high:
They that have seen thy look in death

No more may fear to die.

Lone are the paths, and sad the hours,

Since thy dear form is gone;
But oh a brighter home than ours,
In heaven, is now thine own.