In Memoriam.
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True friends she found within this circle here,
When she a stranger to this city came,
Friends that she valued, friends both true and dear,
Now wipe the tear-drops when they speak her name.
When she a stranger to this city came,
Friends that she valued, friends both true and dear,
Now wipe the tear-drops when they speak her name.
How we shall miss her! yet forevermore
Shall dear remembrances with us abide
Of kindly words, sweet ways, and golden store
Of thoughts refined and vision clear and wide.
Not to herself she lived when by our side,
Not to herself in dying hath she died!
Shall dear remembrances with us abide
Of kindly words, sweet ways, and golden store
Of thoughts refined and vision clear and wide.
Not to herself she lived when by our side,
Not to herself in dying hath she died!
(November, 1885. Mrs. M. C. F. Godfrey.)
