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IN MEMORY OF MRS. W. E. HORWILL.

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Thou art gone, but not forgotten:
 An angel thou art now,—
With a harp within thy hand,
 And a crown upon thy brow.

Thou art gone, but not forgotten:
 Laid away in peaceful rest,
Thy cold hands folded gently
 Across thy clay-cold breast.

Thou art gone, but not forgotten:
 Thy many deeds of love
Are recorded up in heaven,
 And thou'lt reap thy reward above.

Thou art gone, but not forgotten:
 Full oft our hearts will weep.
God eternal up in heaven
 Will thee ever safely keep.

Thou art gone, but not forgotten:
 Thy pure spirit, robed in white,
Enter'd into the life immortal,
 There with angels to unite.

Thou art gone, but not forgotten:
 Gone to join the chosen band,—
At thy Father's feet now sitting,
 Crown on brow and harp in hand.