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O death the poor man’s dearest friend,
The kindest and the best,
Welcome the hour my weary limbs
Are laid in thee at rest.
There is a rest for weary souls,
When life’s warfare is o’er;
There is a land more fair than this,
‘Tis on the farther shore.
Our fathers who have nobly fought,
Have gone before us there;
And now if we their footsteps tread,
We shall their glory share.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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