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 When thou wert rapt away
 * By the stern tide,

I taught thee how to pray—
 * In innocence abide.

So, though thy call was brief,
 * With no good-bye,

I know, with firm belief,
 * ’Twas well to die.

Thy piety and worth
 * Were all secure;

Yea, from thy Christian birth
 * Thy days were pure.

And so, the God of love
 * Claimed thee His own.

Thy spirit winged above
 * To seek its throne.

Father and mother both
 * Gave thee to bliss;

Resigned, however loath,
 * Thy parting kiss.

We learned to bless the hour
 * Thy soul should be

Beyond all sinful power
 * And grandly free.