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  Then the sad tears that filial love must pay, The gentle hand of hope shall wipe away; And mem'ry kind shall spread a spotless page, Like some broad shield to break affliction's rage; And through the skies shall gleam to soothe your pain, This parting signal, "we shall meet again;" And though weak nature droops opprest with woe, Firm faith shall raise the spirit bending low, And on the ear shall pour an heavenly strain, Of climes remote from care, and loss, and pain, Where pure and sacred bands, shall ne'er be rent again.

 

AS gathering clouds are seen to fly Across the fair and summer sky, As vapours damp the gales of spring, As discords jar the tuneful string, So o'er our lives with sadness flow 