One Who Was All-Beautiful
One who was all-beautiful in life
Was no less so when death called out her name,
The candle as it yields its final flame
Grows brighter still and she, both friend and wife
Illumined all my days by her delight
And never shall a shadow come between
A love that rarely upon earth is seen,
Disciples on the shining paths of light.
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