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Yes, thou art gone! and never more / Thy sunny smile shall gladden me; / But I may pass the old church door, / And pace the floor that covers thee,
May stand upon the cold, damp stone, / And think that, frozen, lies below / The lightest heart that I have known, / The kindest I shall ever know.
Yet, though I cannot see thee more, / 'Tis still a comfort to have seen; / And though thy transient life is o'er, / 'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
To think a soul so near divine, / Within a form so angel fair, / United to a heart like thine, / Has gladdened once our humble sphere.