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THE LEGACY.
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And your reward is peace; for heaven,
Whose better part you chose,
Already to your life has given
The blessing of repose.
Sweet friend, the world is yet with me,
Its vanity, its care;
Vain hopes for things that may not be,
Regrets for those that are!
This cannot last! I will believe
That I shall learn to know
A hope that will not all deceive,
A trust not placed below.
I needs must weep—I fain would pray
For light athwart the gloom;
One promise of that holier day
Whose morning is the tomb!
L. E. L.
