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no matter ; we shall see one another in another 
country, where (dwelleth) our Lord Jesus Christ, 
when we shall not be separated again. Now we have 
finished.'^ 
In the following strains mused one, who, like 
Mr. Comber himself, had been a messenger of the 
Glad Tidings to dark, degraded Africa : — 
ANOTHER FALLEN.^ 
Another fallen ! Nay, say not so. 
That our brother fell, 
When the fever reached its fiercest height. 
And Heaven gleamed near through the gathering night ; 
And he heard, — ah, who can tell 
What rapturous songs of rejoicing love. 
And a whispered welcome to home above, 
Which told him all was well ! 
Another risen ! were better said ; 
For Heaven came near, 
And no meteor’s flight in that quivering sky 
Was brighter than this as he sped on high 
With a song from this lower sphere ; 
And we knew that a heart beat fast in Heaven, 
With the gentle thrill of a bliss new-given, 
For the heart that was still down here. 
Another risen ! I stand in thought, 
With bared brow. 
Where that grave looks up to the sullen sky. 
And the grey sea sobs its dirge near by. 
And I ask, Hath he left us now t 
Has the fire died out from that eager breast? 
Yet untired by work does he idly rest. 
While millions their need avow ? 
Have risen spirits less love than when 
They toiled below ? 
Does that brighter world, with its wealth of bliss. 
Quench thought of the want and woe of this ? 
* This phrase was Mr. Comber’s own, used in reference to his 
brother’s death. 
