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Farewell, father! I am a dying, / Going to the "glory land,"
Where the sun is ever shining, / And the zephyr's ever bland.
Where the living fountains flowing, / Quench the pining spirit's thirst; / Where the tree of life is growing, / Where the crystal fountains burst.
Father! hear that music holy / Floating from the spirit land!
At the pearly gates of glory, / Radiant angels waiting stand.
Father! kiss your dearest Eva, / Press her cold and clammy hand, / Ere the glittering hosts receive her, / Welcome to their cherub band.