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FROM every group Death takes a trophy
dear, From every cluster claims a precious flower; And now so soon he plucks you from us here, Bright friend of many a blithe and sunny hour. How short it seems since last we happily met, With mingling mirth and friendship in each eye; And while the thought with grief is struggling yet, How hard to give you but a prayer and last good-by! O fresh and glad young life so early gone - O radiant mind and heart that still shall dwell In loying prayer and memory, living on - We leave you with one tearful long farewell, farewell! |
| TO A SISTER OF NOTRE DAME | CONTENTS | A MOTHER'S MEMORY |
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