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Hark! ere thou goest, to my mother bear The last fond message her last child shall send, Henceforth no kindred soul may enter there Until my weary way on earth shall end; Tell Thou to her and to our sire in heaven, The watch-word of their faith our hearts have borne, Be true to God, for to this truth is given The key that opens, the bright robe that's worn When souls triumphant, jubilant and blest, Pass in to reams of everlasting rest.
* In ancient times it was a belief among the Northern Countries of Europe, that their dying relations carried messages from their survivors to the departed ones gone before. It is said that even yet, this pleasing superstition holds a place among them.