Friend afret friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
Beyond this flight of time-
Beyond the reign of death,-
There surely is some blessed clime
Where life is not a breath;
Nor life affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
There is a world above
Where parting is unknown:
A long eternity of love,
Formed for the good alone:
And faith beholds the dying, here,
Translated to that glorious sphere!
Thus star by star declines,
Till all are past away,
As morning high and higher shines,
To pure and perfect day;
Nor sink those stars in empty night,
But hide themselves in heaven's own light.
James Montgomery
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