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LAST WORDS.
But God's own kind and loving way
'Tis time alone discloses;
I thought ere May to pass away,
Yet here I clasp June roses.
"So gently ebbs my life away,
I marvel you can sorrow;
The eyes that oped on earth to-day
Shall ope in heaven to-morrow;
For at the going of the night
I heard a spirit warning,
'Look, yonder breaks the rosy light
Of your last earthly morning.'
"Your love has given my life its charm,
Through all my being flowing;
But stronger, tenderer is the arm,
