Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

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I think of him— while others come and go,
And this strange world moves forward on its way,
And wonder often that our lives can show
Such pleasures when the loved ones are away.
I think of him — he cometh not again,
Save through the medium of undying love,
Why to revisit sin and grief and pain
Should he one moment leave the joys above ?
I think of him, and know he is not far
Removed from those that loved him on the earth ;
His love comes sweetly to me, like the star
Whose light in silent evening has its birth.
I think of him— and swayed by memory, roam
Backward the road I've travelled year by year,
To that old spot that once we called our home.
To that short Summer which he made so dear.
I think of him — ah ! time has passed since then.
And brought to me a change in thought and scene.
But still 'mid present days and living men,
Mem'ry delights to dwell with what has been.
I think of him— and wish he still were nigh
To cheer my footsteps along duty's road,
To bid me, by example, live and die
A brother to all men, a child of God.
I think of him — for life is passing on,
And all we value here must fade from sight ;
I pray that I may go as those have gone
Wlio pass'd through darkness into endless light.
I think of him — as one still close and dear.
And only gone a few short hours before
Into that land where saints are ever near
The "Elder Brother" who reigns evermore.