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Rh Four little months! and then—ah, seemed it long

Reft of his treasure, here on earth to bide?—

When April sang its full, glad song

They laid him at her side.

No partings more! In quiet now they sleep,

Forgetful of all griefs that came between;

And through his brave, brave love, we keep

The memory of "Jean"!