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POEMS.
And think of me as one
For whom thon should'st not grieve:
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.
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.
Where thou shalt come, at last,
To find a resting place,
When many years are past.