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IN MEMORIAM.
Wringing the tears from the hearts that loved her, Whispering still of the love she gave,Thrilling the soul of the lonely husband Bowed in his agony over her grave.Only the hand of the God who made us Can sweep from his bosom its awful gloom,Only His infinite love can ever Lighten the darkness that lies in the tomb.
Galveston, August, 1880.
