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She is not dead but sleeps the sleep
Which cannot wake to grief again
Oh now more blest than we who weep
And feel that all our tears are vain
She sleeps to sorrow sin and pain
To all life's heritage of woe
She wakes to Heaven's eternal reign
And all the joys that Angels know
Mary Bowles | 12-Nov-2012 22:26 | |