Parting Hymn.

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M. REBECCA DARR.

1. Brothers and sisters, now we must
Give each the parting hand,
Beseeching God, in whom we trust,
To freely bless our land;
To bless the Grange assembled here,
Our hearts to Him incline,
And make us pure as Patrons were
In the days of "Auld Lang Syne."

2. Although the stream of progress sweeps
E'er onward in its course,
It ne'er can fathom purer deeps
Than sparkled at its source,
And with the blessings that we gain,
That all so brightly shine,
We'd have the sweet content remain,
Of the days of "Auld Lang Syne."

3. Though partings here must give us pain,
Glad Hope sees through the tears,
And tells us we shall meet again,
There is no time for fears;
So, Janus-like, we look both ways
And clasp, with right divine,
The precious store of coming days,
And the joys of "Auld Lang Syne."