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S. E. R. T.
So the long term of widowhood is o'er,
For thou hast joined him, and art travelled hence
Past mortal vision. We shall see no more
The broad high brow's benign intelligence,
The eyes and lips where truth and humour met,
The feet so swift, upon love's errand set.
For thou hast joined him, and art travelled hence
Past mortal vision. We shall see no more
The broad high brow's benign intelligence,
The eyes and lips where truth and humour met,
The feet so swift, upon love's errand set.
God rest thee, dear one, at thy journey's close!
To pass from out the turmoil of mankind
Through death to life, through suffering to repose—
Such is thy guerdon, and to leave behind
For us that lose thee, through the darkened years,
Memories too sweet to be profaned by tears.
To pass from out the turmoil of mankind
Through death to life, through suffering to repose—
Such is thy guerdon, and to leave behind
For us that lose thee, through the darkened years,
Memories too sweet to be profaned by tears.
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