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POEMS.
The kindly year, his liberal hands
 Have lavished all his store.
And shall we turn from where he stands,
 Because he gives no more?
    Oh stay, oh stay,
One grateful hour, and then away.

Days brightly came and calmly went,
 While yet he was our guest;
How cheerfully the week was spent!
 How sweet the seventh day's rest!
    Oh stay, oh stay,
One golden hour, and then away.

Dear friends were with us, some who sleep
 Beneath the coffin lid:
What pleasant memories we keep
 Of all they said and did!
    Oh stay, oh stay,
One tender hour, and then away.

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