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then shall the dust return, etc.
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  Not o'er her peaceful sleep,—
Not that the glorious guerdon of the blest
Has led our loved one to her heavenly rest,
  The gushing tear we weep.
But for the stricken hearts left mourning here,
Fond nature sheds the unavailing tear.

  We bear to kindred dust
The dwelling whence the immortal guest has fled.
Hope's quenchless beam is on its ashes shed;
  While we, in holy trust,
Cling to the pledge by inspiration given,—
The spirit shall return to God and heaven.

  Eternal Spirit! Thou
Whose dread command these living temples formed,
Whose breathing energy our spirits warmed,—
  Thou to whom death must bow,
When earth, and sin, and death have passed away,
Receive our souls to everlasting day.