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THE BEREAVED MOTHER.
Affection's tender hand shall bring sweet flowers,
And strew them o'er the green turf where they rest
Until you meet again in blissful bowers
The lost and lovely, 'mid the pure and blest.
And strew them o'er the green turf where they rest
Until you meet again in blissful bowers
The lost and lovely, 'mid the pure and blest.
The casket only to the earth you give—
The worthless covering of a priceless gem;
The deathless spirit shall forever live,
And wear, in brighter worlds, a diadem.
The worthless covering of a priceless gem;
The deathless spirit shall forever live,
And wear, in brighter worlds, a diadem.
