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[Her brief and blameless life in mercy closed]
Her brief and blameless life in mercy closed,
Ere sin had smote her, and her beauteous birth
Become a theme for sorrow;—she reposed
A moment here,—then vanished from the earth.
Ere sin had smote her, and her beauteous birth
Become a theme for sorrow;—she reposed
A moment here,—then vanished from the earth.
This was no world for her, and so her prayer
Rose to the fount of love—“Thou knowest best,
Lord, let Thy will be done—yet take me there,
There, with Thy Holy Ones and Thee to rest.”
Rose to the fount of love—“Thou knowest best,
Lord, let Thy will be done—yet take me there,
There, with Thy Holy Ones and Thee to rest.”
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