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What though ere yet a few short years revolve,
This earthly tabernacle must dissolve—
What though the flesh, abandon'd, rest in dust—
Sweet is the memory of the good and just.
Then shall (unfetter'd from the pris'ning tomb)
This mortal immortality assume;
The better part to brighter mansions fly,
Mansions, not made with hands, eternal in the sky!