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208 Who was thy hope from youth, and on whose arm Thy feebleness of hoary hairs was staid. Before his Father and the Angel host He will adjudge thee faithful. So farewell, Blessed, and full of days. No more thy prayer Up through the solitude of night shall rise To bless thy children's children—nor thy soul Yearn for re-union with those kindred ones Who went to rest before thee. 'Twas not meet That thou should'st longer tarry from that bliss Which God reserveth for the pure in heart.