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Thou brave, good woman! Loved of every one; / Not only that in singing thou didst fill / Our thirsty hearts with sweetness, trill on trill, / Even as a wild bird singing in the sun -- / Not only that in all thy carols none / But held some tincturing of tears to thrill / Our gentler natures, and to quicken still / Our human sympathies; but thou hast won / Our equal love and reverence because / That thou wast ever mindful of the poor, / And thou wast ever faithful to thy friends. / So, loving, serving all, thy best applause / Thy requiem -- the vast throng at the door / Of the old church, with mute prayers and amens.