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Epitaph written for the Same

Dear Maid! the waters, closing o'er thy head,
Snatched thee from Earth, but opened Heaven, instead.
Sadly we give thee back to God That gave,
In this faith firm—that He, who walked the wave,
Held thy Soul up, when thy sweet Body sank;
And led thee, loving, to the Blissful Bank.
Pray for us, new-made Angel!—now, that we
Sink not beneath the waves of Sorrow's Sea.