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POEMS.
And think of me as one For whom thon should'st not grieve:
Who, when the kind release From sin and suffering came,Passed to the appointed peace In murmuring thy name.
Leave at my side a space, Where thou shalt come, at last,To find a resting place, When many years are past.
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