And calm, sweet lips that uttered no complaint.

So have I seen her, in my darkest days

And when her own most sacred ties were riven,

Walk tranquilly in self-denying ways,

Asking for strength, and sure it would be given;

Filling her life with lowly prayer, high praise—

So shall I see her, if we meet in heaven.


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