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"Still the same, no charm forgot,—
Nothing lost that Time had given."

Forget not the Dead, who have loved, who have left us,
Who bend o'er us now, from their bright homes above;
But believe,— never doubt,—that the God who bereft us
Permits them to mingle with friends they still love.

Repeat their fond words, all their noble deeds cherish,
Speak pleasantly of them who left us in tears;—
Other joys may be lost, but their names should not perish
While time bears our feet through the valley of years.