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EPITAPHS.

Short was thy pilgrimage, dear child;
Sweet is thy dreamless rest.
God on thy homeward spirit smiled,
And made thee early blest.
Her ardent love, her spotless worth,
Her humble faith were given,
Like buds of promise, plucked on earth,
To bloom, transferred to heaven.
Her life to toil, her gains to God were given;
Sweet is her rest, and bright her crown, in heaven.