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. . . joy and hope, That frees my soul to think, And makes me happy while I live, Too soon was called away. . . . roses in . . . years, In Heaven's choirs has gone. I've planted there with a . . . tear Above my darling's grave. When Heaven will that I may die, The only boon I crave, Beneath those roses let me lie, To cheer my darling's grave. (Comment by Mrs. Barnes: "And that's all there is to that one.") |
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