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ORD! when they came and stood upon my way, With “One is dead,” I paused awhile to pray, In brief thanksgiving that I still did live On the good earth that had so much to give. Through my sweet garden softly did I go To lift some lily's head that hung too low, Or bind a rebel rose that sought to stray Across my path. More dear were they to-day When I did live who might as he be dead. “Was ever world so fair,” I whisp'ring said. “Thank God for eyes, for ears, for strength, for breath, All that he hath not who hath tasted death.”

But when they went in silence, to my heart Their pity pierced. Then came the poisoned dart, With “He is dead.” I flung me low to pray. “Lord, I have watched through the uncertain day When he was far, and ev'ry throbbing hour, Half lost in fear the joy of bird or flower. And new alarm I found did some sharp cry [41]