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And I cried, "Well done, thou noble heart!
 Thy star ascendeth yet;
Hope on, hope on, where'er thou art,
 So that thy sun ne'er set!"

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IN HEAVEN.

   Art thou in heaven to-night,
   On whose awakened sight,
The dawn of an immortal day hath burst—
   In yonder sky afar,
   I've singled out one star,
As cradle where thy infant soul is nurst.

   I know 'tis not so bright,
   As some within my sight,
But calm and tranquil as affection's smile;
   And 'tis for this I love
   That little star above,
And, dreaming, fancy thou art there the while.

   For thou, in life, wert mild
   As summer's fairest child,
And walkedst not in the world's deceitful ways;
   But in the quiet shade,
   Thy innocence had made—
Hadst the glad morning of thy tranquil days.

   They passed away, ere thou
   Hadst bared thy fair young brow,
To greet the warm and sunny rays of June;