602. C. M. Knowles. The Mourner Comforted. 1 O, weep not for the joys that fade Like evening lights away, For hopes that, like the stars decayed, Have left thy mortal day; The clouds of sorrow will depart, And brilliant skies be given; For bliss awaits the holy heart, Amid the bowers of heaven. 2 O weep not for the friends that pass Into the lonely grave, As breezes sweep the withered grass Along the restless wave; For though thy pleasures may depart, And mournful days be given; Yet bliss awaits the holy heart, When friends rejoin in heaven.
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