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 ISABEL

With the roses on your breast They have laid you down to rest,
 * Isabel;

And the world has come today Its last homage, dear, to pay To an angel gone away,
 * Isabel.

Never yet has sweeter breath Met the icy kiss of death,
 * Isabel;

And the world will never view One more gentle or more true, Fairer, lovelier than you,
 * Isabel.

In this narrow coffin lies All there is of earth and skies,
 * Isabel;

In this soft, white, clinging shroud Sleeps a spirit, brave and proud, Sinless, noble, and unbowed,
 * Isabel.

Memory's white roses bloom, And love's lilies 'round your tomb,
 * Isabel.

They will keep the temple pure, And the priesthood high and true, 'Till in death I come to you,
 * Isabel.

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