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18 Their life is music and accord;

Their souls and hearts keep time

In one sweet concert with the Lord,—

One concert vast, sublime.

And through the hymns they sang on earth

Sometimes a sweetness falls

On those they loved and left below,

And softly homeward calls,—

Bells from our own dear fatherland

Borne trembling o'er the sea,—

The narrow sea that they have crossed,

The shores where we shall be.

O sing, sing on, beloved souls!

Sing cares and griefs to rest;

Sing, till entrancéd we arise

To join you 'mong the blest.