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Three hoary men are journeying, though wearied
they and old, To place their treasures at His feet, of frankinsence
Now all good Christian people, I pray ye quick repair, To Bethlehem, in Juda, for Christ our King is therc. Come hasten, quickly hasten, in lowliness adore, This wondrous King and Saviour, ours for evermore. IN MEMORIAM.
INSCRIBED TO H. C.
Farewell, farewell, 'ere Time with iron hand hath
Ne'er felt the anxious insecurity,
Beautiful river, flowing river,
Ever onward to the sea, Bear on thy foaming bosom,
The message I fling to thee.
On, on to the trackless ocean,
On, on to the sounding main, Where one we love in exiie
Pines for his home again.
Tell him the silver streamlet
From its icy bond made frec, Dances in rippling measure
To its own sweet melody.
Tell him the clover springeth,
The robin weaves his nest, The tender grass is springing
From its cold and wiutry rest.
And we are wearily watching
Adown the winding lane, For the quickened tread, the footstep
That cometh not again.
Now speed thee, beautiful river,
Nor linger on thy way, The gladness of reunion
Brings sunshine to our day.