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She was my last surviving one, A fair and gentle friend, With whom in our first scenes of life It was my lot to wend Through many a path of pleasantness, Such as young hearts will find Where e'er they turn in those bright days When fiction fills the mind.
She was a lovely being then, One whom the heart would prize; There was such sweetness in her words, Such love within her eyes; And whether in the vale of youth, Or up "the steep of years," The same sweet spirit ever shone On that calm brow of her's.