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length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er, And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more; Like some young rose-bud, blighted in its May, Thy virtues bloom'd, to wither soon away! Around thy grave let Spring her off'ring strew, Her drooping lilies, bath'd in fragrant dew; Emblems of thee, thou sweet, lamented maid; Thou spotless lily, doom'd so soon to fade! Angelic sweetness, piety refin'd, Within thy gentle bosom were enshrin'd. Thy heav'nly mind display'd, in early youth, The fairest blossom of celestial truth— How oft, sweet girl! thy soothing tears would flow, In sacred sympathy with others' woe!