On The Death Of A Friend

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Title:     On The Death Of A Friend
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

Pure as the mantle, which, o'er him who stood
By Jordan's stream, descended from the sky,
Is that remembrance which the wise and good
Leave in the hearts that love them, when they die.

So pure, so precious shall the memory be,
Bequeathed, in dying, to our souls by thee--
So shall the love we bore thee, cherisht warm
Within our souls thro' grief and pain and strife,
Be, like Elisha's cruse, a holy charm,
Wherewith to "heal the waters" of this life!

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: On The Death Of A Friend

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