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No deep dejection sits upon her brow,
Though from her fond embrace her love has fled;
How can her heart indulge in sadness now,
When glory crowns her sainted husband’s head?
Why should the bitter tear of grief be shed,
When he has reach’d his bright eternal home?
O, why do mortals mourn the blessed dead,
Who’ve gone where grief and sin can never come?
Why do they sorely weep, and hang their heads in gloom?