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"The grave is the ordeal of true affection."

Yes, we shall meet again,

When this world's strife is over;

And where comes not care or pain,

A brighter land discover.

I will not think, in lasting night,

Earth's love and friendship dies;—

It lives again, serenely bright,

In worlds beyond the skies.

I will not think the grave hath power

To dim this heart's undying love;—

Oh! may I still, in death's dark hour,

Its lasting fondness prove.

Immortal sure some feelings are;—

Oh! not of earth the pure devotion,

Which lives in one fond earthly care,

And that—pure Friendship's soft emotion.

For brightest this wild world appears

When far each selfish care is driven;

Soft Pity! dry not yet thy tears—

They make dark earth resemble heaven.

For other's weal, for other's woe,

Let me have smiles and tears to give;

And all my busy care bestow,

In some fond trusting heart to live.

And let a voice be murmuring near,

When other sounds are faint and low.

And whisper softly in my ear.

When Death's chill dews are on my ear—

"Yes, we shall meet again,

When this world's strife is over;

And, where comes not care or pain,

A better land discover."