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We know her not whom once we knew, / Who died it seems e'er death was due -- / We know her not; she is asleep; / Our hearts are dumb -- we can but weep / That one so young must bid adieu, / Must part so soon from earthly view.
Those tender feet we knew so late / We hear no more; we can but wait / To hear them in the House of God / When dust to dust we tread the sod, / For in that home of homes they wait / For us beside the city's gate.