’Twill not be long, our jour­ney here;
Each broken sigh and fall­ing tear
Will soon be gone, and all will be
A cloud­less sky, a wave­less sea.

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Roll on, dark stream,
We dread not thy foam;
The pil­grim is long­ing for home, sweet home.

’Twill not be long; the yearn­ing heart
May feel its ev­ery hope depart,
And grief be min­gled with its song;
We’ll meet again; ’twill not be long.

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Though sad we mark the clos­ing eye,
Of those we loved in days gone by,
Yet sweet in death their lat­est song—
We’ll meet again; ’twill not be long.

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These check­ered wilds, with thorns o’er­spread,
Through which our way so oft is led—
This march of time, with truth so strong,
Will end in bliss; ’twill not be long.

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