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THE ILLINOIS FREE TRADER.
Ho ha gone to tbe grave wo sod hint no more,
Hit labor, and trials, and sorrow are ended :
The loss of the good wo mutt ever deplore,
Hut our errief fur his to. is with thankfulness
MendcJ; ' ' : , '
For we kaow he has gone to the land of blest.
Where the wicked come not and tho weary liuJ
rest.
lte has gone t the grave "to that peaceful retreat,
Where millions unnumbered r quietly sleep
ing.
The rest of the grave to tho righteous is sweet.
For angel forever are watchfully ke'iin
The doors of the lomb, till the sluiiihi-iing Just
Shall awake to receive tho reward of llio yi'l.
Tby have laid him to steep on the bosom of earth,
Dot his aoul U not there it has broken ils pri
Unfettered and free it in wandering forth, f mm
To the mansions of glory hi pii it h i ris.-n.
lie has gine to receive hi eternal rowurd,
In the mansionsof real f r Hie ri.;!iteous prepared.
O ! sweet 13 tho hrtur of the spirit's rrdea-io in? ;
." Fro.n the wearisome wi ri.l nfslietion and s:,;!i
O ! aweet is he rent in tha Mansions uf peace.
Secure from the angui.ih of p ii t'm.; and d) in;.
The gate of the grave, thon ;'i surrounded with
t the portal that leads to a glorious home, glou.n,
He ha gone to the grave, never more to return ;
Out why should we mourn fur i!io happy de
parted ?
The living, the living! for them we should mourn,
For they arc lh? weary and ilixulate-bcdrted.
When the shadow of death liiUlhe ilcwdite heart,
There is darkness anJ gloom tli.it will never depart.
