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O noble, true and pure and lovable / As thine own blessed name, ELIZABETH! -- / Ay, even as its cadence lingereth / Upon the lips that speak it, so the spell / Of thy sweet memory shall ever dwell / As music in our hearts. Smiling at Death / As on some later guest that tarrieth, / Too gratefully o'erjoyed to say farewell, / Thou hast turned from us but a little space -- / We miss thy presence but a little while, / Thy voice of sympathy, thy word of cheer, / The radiant glory of thine eyes and face, / The glad midsummer morning of thy smile, -- / For still we feel and know that thou art here.