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Weep not for her!-Her memory is the shrine
Ofpleasant thoughts, soft as the scent of How


ers,
Calm as on windless eve the suns decline,
Sweet as the song of birds among their bow


ers,
Rich as the rainbow with its hues of light,
Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night;


Weep not for her!
Weep not for her!-There is no cause for woe;
But rather nerve the spirit, that it walk
Unshrinking o'er the thorny paths below,
And from earth's low defilement, keep thee


back:
So. when few feet severing years have flown,
She'll meet thee at Heavens gate-and lead


thee on


Weep not for her!