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A. B.
[I knew thee as a blooming child]
I knew thee as a blooming child,While yet thy little life was new;
I knew thee as a maiden mild,
To all thy tasks of duty true.
And I was with thee, when there came
Soft breathings of diviner flame,
A voice once heard, and heard no more,
“Thy work is done, thy rest begun,
The Master waiteth at the door.”
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