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POEMS.
And think of me as one
For whom thon should'st not grieve:

Who, when the kind release
From sin and suffering came,
Passed to the appointed peace
In murmuring thy name.

Leave at my side a space,
Where thou shalt come, at last,
To find a resting place,
When many years are past.