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Miss Ann Eliza Davis,
Danville, Va.
A year since, when we gently laid
Bright flowers above the sleeping brave,
We little thought that thou, sweet maid,
Would sleep this year within the grave.
Bright flowers above the sleeping brave,
We little thought that thou, sweet maid,
Would sleep this year within the grave.
Affection pure to thee we brought;
Thy life to earnest work was given;
We send this wreath with tender thought—
And may we meet, some day in Heaven.
Thy life to earnest work was given;
We send this wreath with tender thought—
And may we meet, some day in Heaven.
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