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THE CHURCH AT EAST LEXINGTON.
May, 1842.
The Follen Church—how beautiful it stands,Graceful and calm in that sequestered nook!
How doth a blessing from its placid look
Flow o'er the hamlet and its fertile lands!
Fit monument to him who placed it there;
Whose soul—all truth, benignity, and grace—
Beamed forth in benedictions, from a face
Where might and sweetness met in union rare.
O light of love, too early quenched in death!—
Yet, as that fane, though crumbled to the ground,
Would still survive, in sacred influence round,
So flows, and shall, from him a quickening breath:
Death to the good man is but life's extension;
Earth mourns his loss; Heaven joys in his ascension.
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