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GONE.
“She was beautiful in life
And beautiful in death.”
Gone, with all her sparkling beauty,
Gone, with innocence and youth;
Gone, with loving ways and kindness,
Gone, with happiness and truth.
Gone, with innocence and youth;
Gone, with loving ways and kindness,
Gone, with happiness and truth.
In the tomb they gently laid her—
Even strangers dropped a tear;
And one heart will feel the anguish
Of her loss for many a year.
Even strangers dropped a tear;
And one heart will feel the anguish
Of her loss for many a year.
Father, mother, loving sisters,
Deeply mourn the lov'd and lost;
Who can tell the crushing sorrow
Of the heart who lov'd her most?
Deeply mourn the lov'd and lost;
Who can tell the crushing sorrow
Of the heart who lov'd her most?
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Oft, I fancy, in the twilight,
That I see her winning face;
Dream to find, ah, sad awakening!
I was gazing into space.
That I see her winning face;
Dream to find, ah, sad awakening!
I was gazing into space.
Sister, this our earthly parting,
Will not, cannot, be for aye;
We will meet, ah, soon, my darling,
Where there is eternal day!
Will not, cannot, be for aye;
We will meet, ah, soon, my darling,
Where there is eternal day!
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