Ka Nupepa Kuokoa, Volume XI, Number 44, 2 November 1872 — A Dirge for Mrs. Coan, Composed by request for the Church and friends at Hilo. [ARTICLE]

A Dirge for Mrs. Coan, Composed by request for the Church and friends at Hilo.

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, Tunc, Jl Motker's Xist,—Gotdm Robm. I | What hacd ia this !Ftretched from aboTf, l From «rhere kimi Spirits blend f i It is a band i*t doirn in lore To bear away a friend. A stranger friend sbe eame to cts From homes beyond tbe seas, And moved by she staid wuh us To teach oa word!s of peaee. 2. Long she abode in our domaio, And domiciied with us; A Mother teacber she became t A kind and teoder nane ; I A mother dear and rauch beloTed. A guide both safe and sure | o'er verdant fields with flowers j>erfumed, By waters stili and pure. 3« Look upward, lo ! what sight is this? A shiniog c!oud appears, It /loats, and thence un ar>ge)'s voice i Fai!s on our listening ears ; j O friend beloved, there's waiting oigh | An angel carr for thee ; | Take pa»sage, and ascend on high„ i To the world thou long'at to see,. ! 4 - Hark! hark! what notes are these we hear? They are ileep sorrow's wails ; ! They roll, and swell, and fill ihe air, And eeho o'er the hi!ls— | The angel choir has borne away | From children weeping here A mother whom they loved to obey, • A mother teacher dear. i 5 - ' Our mournful tears are flowing fast. And faliing here anil there, For thee, our inother in days past, i Our leader kind and dcar. I We bend in sorrow o'er one loved, Our grief forthee is great— Thou came'st, ond we together moved ; I But now we separate. j 6. HaTk! hark! what bell is toliingthus? | It is a inournful bell :— j Gnther together in God's house— | lt is the funeral knell!. i We listen and together eome, Dear friends the summons heed ; And draped in mourning, to the tonnb | We nmrch with sorrow's tread. I 7. | Mournful we move, and all are hush ! ! Angels are looking on, ! And Jesus cpmes to wnlk with us, | And comfort those who inoum. | The hiiis and vales, nnd streams that flow, ! Together with us moum. The lovcd one's furm is iower'd, and lo ! The c'otuls nre dark'ning round ! I ' 8. 1 But look again, the clouds have flown, j And l'ght breaks thro'' the gloom ; j A voicc exborts wiih geintle tone, | O cease, ve friends, to mourn. I The dear and mueh bel »vedone Lics not in this dreartomb, She's risen and to heaven has gone, ; With Jesus she's nt home. j Hawaii.