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READ AT HER GRAVE BY THE AUTHOR 



THE REVEREND ALAN HUDSON 



OUR FRIEND AND GUEST ON THAT SAD DAY 



"PooR gentle thing! thy life at last is ended, 



Thy days of pain and weakness over - - past; 

 With higher life thy little heart has blended, 

 While softly lies thy head beneath the grass. 



"We place thee here beside the sunny fountain, 

 Where o'er thy head will blow the breath of 



June; 



The limpid waters thou did'st lap in often 

 Will murmur at thy grave their gentle tune. 



"No sombre robe thy wounded breast shall 



burden, 



No long procession bear thee to the sod; 

 The flowers alone shall be thy loving guerdon. 

 The murmuring sea thy requiem to God. 



