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     Nor wrong the memory of a sainted woman
With idle praise.

With silence only as their benediction,
     God's angels come
Where, in the shadow of a great affliction,
     The soul sits dumb!

Yet, would I say what thy own heart approveth:
     Our Father's will,
Calling to Him the dear one whom He loveth,
     Is mercy still.

Not upon thee or thine the solemn angel
     Hath evil wrought:
Her funeral anthem is a glad evangel,—
     The good die not!

God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly
     What He hath given;
They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly
     As in His heaven.

And she is with thee; in thy path of trial
     She walketh yet;
Still with the baptism of thy self-denial
     Her locks are wet.

Up, then, my brother! Lo, the fields of harvest
     Lie white in view!
She lives and loves thee, and the God thou servest
     To both is true.

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