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For it came suddenly and shattered him,And left no moment's agonizing thoughtOn those he loved so well.He ocean deepNow lies at rest. Be Thou her comforterWho art the widow's friend! Man does not knowWhat a cold sickness made her blood run backWhen first she heard the tidings of the fight;Man does not know with what a dreadful hopeShe listened to the names of those who died,Man does not know, or knowing will not heed,With what an agony of tendernessShe gazed upon her children, and beheldHis image who was gone. Oh God! be thouHer comforter who art the widow's friend!
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