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The toilful day of life is o'er, Her boat has crossed the stormy deeps and anchored by the golden shore, For her the Crown—for us the Cross For her the peace—for us the pai For her the everlasting gain, For us the bitter sense of loss,—hearts with many cares oppress eyes that cannot choose but weep, God give th His beloved sleep, She sweetly sleeps.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.