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The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics

Book 2 — A Death-bed.

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Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose. But when the sun in all his state Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through Glory's morning gate And walked in Paradise.

J. Aldrich.

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