Sister, thou wast mild and lovely
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Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,Gentle as the summer breezePleasant as the air of eveningWhen it floats among the trees.
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Peaceful be thy silent slumber,Peaceful in the grave so low;Thou no more wilt join our number,Thou no more our songs shalt know.
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Dearest sister, thou hast left us!Here thy loss we deeply feel;But 't is God that hath bereft us,He can all our sorrows heal.
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Yet again we hope to meet thee,When this mortal life is fled;Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee,Where no farewell tear is shed.