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The kindly year, his liberal hands Have lavished all his store.And shall we turn from where he stands, Because he gives no more?    Oh stay, oh stay,One grateful hour, and then away.
Days brightly came and calmly went, While yet he was our guest;How cheerfully the week was spent! How sweet the seventh day's rest!    Oh stay, oh stay,One golden hour, and then away.
Dear friends were with us, some who sleep Beneath the coffin lid:What pleasant memories we keep Of all they said and did!    Oh stay, oh stay,One tender hour, and then away.
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