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IT IS NOT THE TEAR.
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2. Thus his memory, like some holy light,
Kept alive in our hearts, will improve them, For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright,
When we think how he lived but to love them. And as fresher flowers the sod perfume
Where buried saints are lying, So our hearts shall borrow a sweet'ning bloom
From the image he left there in dying I |
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