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Covered with dust are colored toys-
Gone is the smile we knew-
Drab, indeed, is the hour at hand,
Skies are somber and blue,
Our little lad now rests in sleep-
His lonely toys are still;
He's left us now in care of God-
It was his Master's will.
But he'll awake in brighter lands,
On playgrounds paved with gold;
And he shall sing within a choir
Within the Master's fold.
798
He is not dead; just gone away
As ships that sail the sea
Then finds the harbored shores at last
In calm and glassy lee.
He is not dead; just gone away
As birds that greet the spring
And leave in fall for warmer clime
But do not cease to sing.
He is not dead; but just asleep
Where there is no alarm
And he shall wake on brighter shores
Free from all earthly harm.
799
Some say that he has gone away.
Though he but lies in sleep
And those who knew him well may smile
They need not pause to weep;
For as a ship returns at last
So will the soul we knew
Return to find a safer port
Where skies are always blue.
And you and I will follow on
To meet him on that shore
Where kindly peace will always reign
With Christ forevermore.
800
He is gone but not forgotten -
All his tasks on earth are done -
Hard he worked toward each endeavor
'Til his great reward was won.
See, he sleeps in peaceful comfort
And his loved ones shed a tear.
Gather closer, gather closer,
He has nothing now to fear
For he rests; he rests in comfort,
He has only gone to sleep.
We who loved him linger near him
But we do not need to weep.
802
We will not see his face in lodge
Nor see him on the street-
We will not see him walk along
With hurried, happy feet;
We will not clasp his hand again
Nor see his pleasant smile
That had the love of God in it
Without the sense of guile;
But we will long remember him
Through work that he has done
For he's at rest with God above
And his reward is won.
804
Weep not because a Knight has gone
To find eternal rest,
His work is finished on the earth-
He mingles with the blest.
He was a godly servant here
And well his work was done
So none of us need shed a tear-
He's gone to meet the Son.
He's gone, at last, to his reward
Without a thought of fear;
So let us bow in humbleness
But shed no faithless tear.
801
She is gone, but not forgotten,
To a brighter home on high
Far beyond this earthly pattern-
Far beyond the azure sky.
She is sleeping where the primrose
And the wild, wild roses grow
Where the sunshine brings its blessing
And the winter brings its snow.
She is sleeping, sleeping, sleeping-
She is quietly at rest
In a home enthralled in glory
And she mingles with the blest.
803
In friendship, love and truth he lived
Beneath God's seeing eye
And found promotion for his work
And now beyond the sky
He beckons brothers all to come
Where God prepares the way
With kind benevolence and love;
And the eternal day
Is the reward for work well done;
So we shall greet him there
In secret grip to clasp his hand-
His happiness to share.
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