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 And when her spirit was most sad,

Healed her deep hurt by making others glad.

She lived to bless: her generous mind

Despaired not of the humblest of her kind

For in her heart was born

Love for the poor, unfriended, and forlorn,

Which, after love's perfected way,

Judged not itself of greater worth than they.

She lived to bless: love made her strong

To widen good, to limit hate and wrong,

To ease the path of woe;

And choosing in the Christ-like way to go,

The future held for her no fear,

Who, self-forgetting, made her heaven—here!