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 216 FAREWELL TO THE FLOWERS IN AUTUMN.

And, if my pillow should be there, still come in beauty

free, And show my little ones the love that you have borne

to me.

Yea, come in all your glorious pomp, ambassadors to show The truth of those eternal words that on God's pages glow, The bursting of the icy tomb, the rising of the just, In robes of beauty, and of light, all stainless from the dust.

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