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Bright be the place of thy soul! No lovelier spirit than thine / E'er burst from its mortal control / In the orbs of the blessed to shine.
On earth thou wert all but divine, / As thy soul shall immortally be, / And our sorrow may cease to repine, / When we know that thy God is with thee.
Light be the turf of thy tomb! May its verdure like emeralds be, / There should not be the shadow of gloom / In aught that reminds us of thee.
Young flowers and an evergreen tree / May spring from the spot of thy rest, / But nor cypress nor yew let us see, / For why should we mourn for the blest?