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HER PRESENCE IN VISIONS IS HIS ONLY CONSOLATION.
Death, thou of fairest face hast 'reft the hue, / And quench'd in deep thick night the brightest eyes, / And loosed from all its tenderest, closest ties / A spirit to faith and ardent virtue true.