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BENEDICTION
“Oh heaven bless you, heaven keep you, sweet!”
It was God's hand that dropped the healing balm
Upon her head, and clothed in prayerful calm
Her soul as saints are robed from head to feet.
It was God's hand that dropped the healing balm
Upon her head, and clothed in prayerful calm
Her soul as saints are robed from head to feet.
Gone is the beautiful beloved voice
That spake that blessing in the vanished years;
Yet in her grateful memory still she hears
The tender tones that made her heart rejoice.
That spake that blessing in the vanished years;
Yet in her grateful memory still she hears
The tender tones that made her heart rejoice.
And ever will, while memory keeps her seat;
And though she dwelt among the nameless dead,
Her dust would thrill beneath the voice that said,
“May heaven bless you, heaven keep you, sweet!”
And though she dwelt among the nameless dead,
Her dust would thrill beneath the voice that said,
“May heaven bless you, heaven keep you, sweet!”
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