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 When at the ending festival Before the sacred altar all For friends their offerings lay, Hanna unclasps a heart of gold, The gift of him, whom slumbers hold, That pass no more away.

As back she to her cottage wends, The sun into the height ascends, Image of life to come; And then doth Hanna upward gaze, Amidst her tears a smile there plays, She sees the lov’d one’s home!