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hollowed her a little grave
 * Within the cool, dark ground,

The woods and winds soft welcome gave
 * With many a murmuring sound.

The sighing pines and aspens low
 * Joined in her funeral hymn,

But they who brought her did not know—
 * Grief made their senses dim.

And though at first they vigil kept
 * When in the dark she fared,

They come no more—the fate they wept
 * Perchance they since have shared.

But there are other friends who stay
 * Beside her constantly,

And bear her in their humble way
 * Sweet, steadfast company.