“Mourn not then our sister’s found
Purer sky’s and holier ground;
Flowers of bright and pleasant hue
Free from thorns and fresh with dew.
Mourn not then our sister’s fled
From this region of the dead
To yon winged angel hand
To a better fairer land
Knowledge in that land doth grow
Free from weed of toil and woe —
Joys which mortals may not share;
Mourn not then — our sister’s there”
“Mourn not then our sister’s found
Purer sky’s and holier ground;
Flowers of bright and pleasant hue
Free from thorns and fresh with dew.
Mourn not then our sister’s fled
From this region of the dead
To yon winged angel hand
To a better fairer land
Knowledge in that land doth grow
Free from weed of toil and woe —
Joys which mortals may not share;
Mourn not then — our sister’s there”
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