RIEND after friend departs; That finds not here an end; Beyond the flight of time,- Whose sparks fly upwards and expire. There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; Formed for the good alone; Thus star by star declines, As morning high and higher shines, Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in heaven's own light. REJOICE EVERMORE!" SONGS of praise the angels sang, Songs of praise awoke the morn, Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day: God will make new heavens and earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. And will man alone be dumb, Q 5 |