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Now folded softly to a perfect rest,
 Secure from change, their guerdon bravely won.
Dear hands, that oft in benediction lay
On stricken heads, now caught by love away!

Oh! peaceful feet, that walked so firm and fast
 In thorny paths and gloried in the strife,
For them the battle of long years is past,
 They thread no more the troubled maze of life.
Dear feet, that wrought for others what they could,
Nor wearied in the bliss of doing good.

Oh! sunny heart, that gave kind thoughts to all
 And breathed a beauty wonderful and fair,
Wherever sadness with her funeral pall
 Cast a dire shadow darkening all the air.
Dear loving heart, that took unto its throne
Our human griefs, forgetting all her own.

Oh! happy voice, no more below we hear
 Its rippling cadence and its waves of mirth,
None know our sense of loss, nor see the tear
 That trembling falls unheeded to the earth.
Dear voice, that ever cheered me and caressed,
And blessing others was by others blessed.

Oh! mind serene, on which the dews of age
 Fell like the light from some unsetting sun,
Turning to warm, soft glow the written page
 Of wide contentment by self-victory won.