EN 2691 How Swift the Torrent Rolls
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How swift the torrent rolls
That bears to us to the sea,
The tide that hurries thoughtless souls
To vast eternity.
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Our fathers, where are they,
With all they called their own?
Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honor gone.
3
But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought;
While the poor remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.
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There where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell;
Nor other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.
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God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!
While we, as on life’s utmost verge,
Our souls to Thee commend.
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Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before Thy face.

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