In an Album

by Bernard Barton
How strange the thought — a day draws nigh,
Involved in present mystery,
When names which here have met before
May meet again — one moment more!

When amid throngs of wakening dead
The Book of Life shall be outspread!
O grateful bliss, beyond compare,
To find our names recorded there!
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