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[LXXV. 'Twas comfort in her dying room]
'Twas comfort in her dying roomTo hear the living clock,
A short relief to have the wind
Walk boldly up and knock,
Diversion from the dying theme
To hear the children play,
But wrong, the mere
That these could live,—
And This of ours must die!
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