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Rh Yet may'st thou walk Even as she walked, breathing on all around The warmth of high affections, purified, And sublimated, by that Spirit's power Which makes the soul fit temple for its God. So shalt thou in a brighter world, behold That countenance which the cold grave did veil Thus early from thy sight, and the first tone That bears a mother's greeting to thine ear Be wafted from the minstrelsy of Heaven.