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Farewell, ye dreams of night;
Jesus is mine!
Lost in this dawning bright;
Jesus is mine!
All that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied.
Jesus is mine!
Farewell, mortality!
Jesus is mine!
Welcome, eternity!
Jesus is mine!
Welcome, the loved and blest!
Welcome, bright scenes of rest!
Welcome, my Saviour's breast!
Jesus is mine!
Scarcely had the leaves of the fallen peach-tree by the window begun to
wither when the strong bearers passed out with their beautiful, stainless
burden, while slowly, reverently, the little community of mourners
followed to the grave.
CHAPTER XXI.
FAREWELL TO WALLENCAMP.
Yet another week passed in Wallencamp before I was able to complete the
preparations for my departure.
One day, I set myself with a sort of listless fidelity to the summing up
of my accounts. I found, on deducting the amount of my actual expenses
from the sum total of my earnings in Wallencamp, that I had
sixty-two cents left!
The revelation caused me some surprise; strangely little perturbation of
spirit.
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