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John Greenleaf Whittier. Theodore Stein.

Andante.

1. An - oth - er hand is beck'ning us, An - oth - er call is given;

2. As pure and sweet, her fair brow seem'd E - tern - al as the sky;

3. And half we deem'd she needed not The changing of her sphere,

4. There seems a shad-ow on the day, Her smile no long - er cheers;

5. A - lone un-to our Father's will One thought hath recon - ciled;

And glows once more with An - gel-steps The path which reaches Heaven.

And like the brook's low song, her voice, — A sound which could not die.

To give to heav'n a Shin- ing One, Who walked an An - gel here.

A dim - ness on the stars of night. Like eyes that look thro' tears.

That He whose love ex - ceed- eth ours Hath ta - ken home his child.