WHERE ARE THE HEARTS WE CHERISHED SO?
Where are the hearts we cherished so,Who’ve left this earthly main,And gone from kindred circles dear,Ne’er to return again?Where gone those aged silvery locks?That sturdy youthful brow?Alas! no sound comes from the grave,Where they’re reposing now!When troubles here our paths beset.When cares and woes assail,We often think of those at restWithin that happy Vale;And tho’ we cannot wish them backIn this sad world of pain—O! how we long to catch a glimpseOf their dear forms again!But just beyond the stream which glidesBetween that Land and ours—Where fairer fields are all adornedWith never-fading flow’rs,And brighter suns forever shineThroughout the golden spheres,We’ll dwell with those who’ve left us here,Through never-ending years.
Where are the hearts we cherished so,Who’ve left this earthly main,And gone from kindred circles dear,Ne’er to return again?Where gone those aged silvery locks?That sturdy youthful brow?Alas! no sound comes from the grave,Where they’re reposing now!When troubles here our paths beset.When cares and woes assail,We often think of those at restWithin that happy Vale;And tho’ we cannot wish them backIn this sad world of pain—O! how we long to catch a glimpseOf their dear forms again!But just beyond the stream which glidesBetween that Land and ours—Where fairer fields are all adornedWith never-fading flow’rs,And brighter suns forever shineThroughout the golden spheres,We’ll dwell with those who’ve left us here,Through never-ending years.
Where are the hearts we cherished so,Who’ve left this earthly main,And gone from kindred circles dear,Ne’er to return again?Where gone those aged silvery locks?That sturdy youthful brow?Alas! no sound comes from the grave,Where they’re reposing now!
When troubles here our paths beset.When cares and woes assail,We often think of those at restWithin that happy Vale;And tho’ we cannot wish them backIn this sad world of pain—O! how we long to catch a glimpseOf their dear forms again!
But just beyond the stream which glidesBetween that Land and ours—Where fairer fields are all adornedWith never-fading flow’rs,And brighter suns forever shineThroughout the golden spheres,We’ll dwell with those who’ve left us here,Through never-ending years.
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