o weep not for me , for my spirit has fled to mansions of rest in the sky ; the friend you have loved is not sleeping and dead , but gone to his father on high .
94 farewell , father ; farewell , mother ; god will heal your deepest pain ; farewell , too , dear weeping brother ; soon in heaven we ’ ll meet again . not mortals now but cherubs bright . they ’ ve left this world for realms of light .
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