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 He leaves our hearts all desolate—
 * He plucks our fairest, sweetest flowers;

Transplanted into bliss, they now
 * Adorn immortal bowers.

The bird-like voice, whose joyous tones
 * Made glad this scene of sin and strife,

Sings now an everlasting song
 * Amid the tree of life.

Where’er He sees a smile too bright,
 * Or soul too pure for taint of vice,

He bears it to that world of light,
 * To dwell in Paradise.

Born unto that undying life,
 * They leave us but to come again;

With joy we welcome them—the same
 * Except in sin and pain.

And ever near us, though unseen,
 * The dear immortal spirits tread;

For all the boundless universe
 * Is Life—there are no dead! John Luckey McCreery