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“She”
Mark, stone, the spot for longing eyesWhere she, the dachshund-darling lies,
For fourteen years our pride and pet,
Now evermore our fond regret!
Good-night, belov'd! may some sweet gleam
Of field or fireside haunt thy dream!
We lay thee amid ferns and flowers,
The still'd small life that sweetened ours,
And leave thee for thine own to keep
Earth's two best blessings—love and sleep.
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