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Ye look’d not for her yet with your soft eyes, 
Oh watchful ushers at Death’s narrow door! 
But lo! while you delay to let her forth, 
Angels, beyond, stay for her! One long kiss 
From lips all pale with agony, and tears, 
Wrung ati anguish had dried up with fire 
The eyes that wept them, w ere the cup of life 
Held as a welcome to her. W 

Weep! oh mother ! 
But not that — = tet of bitter rness 
A cherub of the sky has turn’d away! 
One look upon thy f are t 
My daughter! Iti 
My daughte r! Wit j 
I knew not of—filling my he 
And turning pan stran tenderness to thee— 
A. lov e—oh God! it seems so—that must flow 
Far as thou fleest, and ’twixt heaven and me, 
Henceforward, be a br right and yearning chain 
Drax wing me after thee! And so, farewell + 
'TGs aharsh world, in which affection knows 
No Bee to treasure up its loved and lost: 
But the foul grave! Thou, who so late wast 

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