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A. B.
[“So young, so fair, and must we lose thee now]
“So young, so fair, and must we lose thee now,
Child of our fondest love, and must we part?”
Such was the grief that dimm'd a father's brow,
And such the anguish of a mother's heart.
Child of our fondest love, and must we part?”
Such was the grief that dimm'd a father's brow,
And such the anguish of a mother's heart.
Ah! felt they not, that in that fatal day,
To her a new immortal life was given;—
That the free soul threw off its load of clay,
And the young Seraph took her flight to heaven?
To her a new immortal life was given;—
That the free soul threw off its load of clay,
And the young Seraph took her flight to heaven?
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