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ABBY WILLIAMS MAY
Her feet were ever ready,
Her hand was ever steady;
The onward sweep
Of purpose deep
Disclosed no flaw nor eddy.
Her hand was ever steady;
The onward sweep
Of purpose deep
Disclosed no flaw nor eddy.
On many an errand went she,
To many a trouble bent she,
Such helpful thought,
Such counsel brought,
The bloom of youth thus spent she.
To many a trouble bent she,
Such helpful thought,
Such counsel brought,
The bloom of youth thus spent she.
A maiden of high feature,
Of good and glorious nature,
Dear to His heart
Who did impart
Such grace unto His creature.
Of good and glorious nature,
Dear to His heart
Who did impart
Such grace unto His creature.
So many sweet peace betide her
Whose holy laws did guide her,
And all that's blest
In God's dear rest
Be with her and beside her.
Whose holy laws did guide her,
And all that's blest
In God's dear rest
Be with her and beside her.
1888.
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