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I did not know till she was lost, How much she was beloved; She knows it in that better world To which she is removed.

I feel as she had only sought Again her native skies; I look upon the heavens, and seem To meet her angel eyes.

Pity, and love, and gentle thoughts, For her sake, fill my mind; They are the only part of her That now is left behind.