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AKEN from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away.

One little maid from playmates, One little mind from school.— There must be guests in Eden; All the rooms are full.

Far as the east from even, Dim as the border star,— Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms, Our departed are.