IN MEMORIAM.
(A. B. M. entered into rest, Oct. 8, 1883.)
I WATCH them passing to and fro,
A little band of maidens fair;
I count each sweet familiar face,
But one I look for is not there.
A little band of maidens fair;
I count each sweet familiar face,
But one I look for is not there.
How strange it seems her face to miss
With bloom of youth and health aglow:
So strong, so glad her hold on life,
Who would have dreamed she first would go?
With bloom of youth and health aglow:
So strong, so glad her hold on life,
Who would have dreamed she first would go?
Amidst this group of happy girls
Her bright, responsive, buoyant ways
Winged every task, and seemed to add
New sunshine to the sunniest days.
Her bright, responsive, buoyant ways
Winged every task, and seemed to add
New sunshine to the sunniest days.
Thus sped the gay, unconscious hours,
Yet oft within the sacred fane
Their voices mingled in the chant,
And it was hers that led the strain.
Yet oft within the sacred fane
Their voices mingled in the chant,
And it was hers that led the strain.
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