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The [[Underlined]] Warrior [[Underlined]]of the waters has gone to the land of Spirits, and the ghosts of his fathers rejoice not in his coming, for he came not in the shroud of Glory. - [[line]] [[underlined]] Christians end.- [[Underlined]] The sun in going down, Tis lovely sight to see; And sweet to hear the song that's poured, From every bush and tree. But there's a lovelier sight than this, And one but seldom ken'd, It is to see a Christian's life, Approaching to its end. The twilight's softness all is there; And song is never heard That sounds so sweet as praise and prayer, By Christian's dying word. And there two [["x" above the word "two"]] is a glory shed, That beams celestial light, But it proclaims a coming dawn, Rather than shades of night. [[line]]