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Gentle yet magnificent
 Was its early promise,
Till the angels from above
 Came and took her from us.

Took her on their wings of love,
 To the holy mountain,
To the tree of paradise,
 And its living fountain;
Where, secure from every ill,
 Safe with him who gave her,
Softly rests she in his arms
 Who here died to save her.

Darling, there she ever lives,
 Glorious beyond measure;
If we are good and true, we soon there,
 Shall regain our treasure;
Where we never more shall fear
 Any adversary;
In our Father's halls of light,
 Find our much-loved Mary.

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YOUR MARY AND MINE.

Two sweet hopes from our softened hearts,
 Two stars from out our sky,
Two birds, whose was song sweeter than
 The throstle's in the rye;