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.
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Death. Reconciling ourselves to it is difficult, she seems to have found a way and is reconciled to it- 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;
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Death. Reconciling ourselves to it is difficult, she seems to have found a way and is reconciled to it- 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;