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Yet many a heart as fond as ours
Still holds her unforgot.
Still holds her unforgot.
Months passed, yet still our sorrow gushed,
The free glad laugh no more was heard,
And many a little voice was hushed,
That used to warble like a bird.
And though at times we strove to smile
Serenely for each other's sake,
We wept in secret all the while
As if our hearts would break.
The free glad laugh no more was heard,
And many a little voice was hushed,
That used to warble like a bird.
And though at times we strove to smile
Serenely for each other's sake,
We wept in secret all the while
As if our hearts would break.
Yet why should death be linked with fear?
A single breath, a low-drawn sigh,
Can break the ties, that bind us here,
And waft the spirit to the sky.
Such was her end, a calm release,
No clingings to this mortal clod;
She closed her eyes, and stood in peace
Before a smiling God.
A single breath, a low-drawn sigh,
Can break the ties, that bind us here,
And waft the spirit to the sky.
Such was her end, a calm release,
No clingings to this mortal clod;
She closed her eyes, and stood in peace
Before a smiling God.
