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light was faintly streaming
 * Within a darkened room,

Where a woman, faint and feeble,
 * Was sinking to the tomb.

The silver cord was loosened,
 * We knew that she must die;

We read the mournful token
 * In the dimness of her eye

We read it in the radiance
 * That lit her pallid cheek,

And the quivering of the feeble lip,
 * Too faint its joys to speak.

Like a child oppressed with slumber,
 * She calmly sank to rest,

With her trust in her Redeemer,
 * And her head upon His breast.

She faded from our vision,
 * Like a thing of love and light;

But we feel she lives for ever,
 * A spirit pure and bright,