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[Heaven's glory shone where he was laid]
Heaven's glory shone where he was laid
In life's decline
I turned me from that young saint's bed
To gaze on thine—
In life's decline
I turned me from that young saint's bed
To gaze on thine—
It was a summer day that saw
His spirit's flight
Thine parted in a time of awe
A winter-night
His spirit's flight
Thine parted in a time of awe
A winter-night
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