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And still the unrobing spirit cast Diviner glories to the last, Dissolved its bonds, and clear'd its flight. Emerging into perfect light.
Yet shall the friends who loved her weep, Though shrined in peace the sufferer sleep, Though rapt to heaven the saint aspire. With seraph guards, on wings of fire ; Yet shall they weep ;— for oft and well Remembrance shall her story tell. Affection of her virtues speak, With beaming eye and burning cheek, Each action, word, and look recal The last, the loveliest of all. When on the lap of Death she lay, Serenely smiled her soul away. And left surviving Friendship's breast Warm with the sunset of her rest.
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