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True, indeed, it is, That they whom death has hidden from our sight, Are worthiest of the mind's regard; with them The future cannot contradict the past— Mortality's last exercise and proof Is undergone.

The love where death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow.

thee blest!—though now the voice be fled, Which, to thy soul, brought dayspring with its tone, And o'er the gentle eyes though dust be spread, Eyes that ne'er look'd on thine but light was thrown Far through thy breast: