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Think not of thine earthly loss,
Only see thy child in peace;
Take, oh take the hitter cross,
For my early, blest release.

And when tears of bursting sorrow
Tell thy heart's unuttered pain,
Look unto that glorious morrow,
When I shall be thine again!