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Lines on the death of Owen Hilton, son of Elias and Lottie Hilton, who died in North, April the 3rd, 1849, aged 18 years and seven months, by Hepsibah Hilton
Sweet cherished son of thy love, so early called away
Why should we mourn departed friends who can no longer stay
Yet still the silent falling tear will bring the soul relief
And soothe the anguish of the heart in hours of deepest grief
The dread destroyer sealed his fate & marked him for the tomb
And lured him from us, away in days of manhood's bloom
In yonder bright Celestial Heaven his spirit is at rest
And free from care forever there he will always be blessed
Oh weep not for the cherished one of whom you have been grieving
For faith points out the happy day when you shall meet in Heaven
The angel spirit of your boy is free from every care
The happy day comes hastening on when you will meet him there
Weep not a tear, are cruel words to greet the mourner's ear
Thy sacred memory of the dead will bring the falling tear
Weep on I say, keep not thy tears but weep not in despair
But look to Heaven & seek relief & you will find it there
Dear brother of the lovely boy place not your heart on earth
Oh may you feel a lasting joy of high and heavenly berth
Then God will bless your future days with happiness & peace
And you will meet in Heaven at last where sorrow soon will cease
God nothing does, nor suffers to be done
But what ourselves would do if we could see
The end of all events as well as He
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