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ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER, FRANCIS I by MARGARET OF ANGOULEME

First Line: TIS DONE! A FATHER, MOTHER, GONE
Last Line: THAT WE MAY BE HIS OWN AT LAST!
Subject(s): DEATH; FRANCIS I, KING OF FRANCE (1494-1547); DEAD, THE;

'T is done! A father, mother, gone,
A sister, brother, torn away,
My hope is now in God alone,
Whom heaven and earth alike obey.
Above, beneath, to him is known, --
The world's wide compass in his own.
I love, -- but in the world no more,
Nor in gay hall, or festal bower;
Not the fair forms I prized before, --
But him, all beauty, wisdom, power,
My Savior, who has cast a chain
On sin and ill, and woe and pain!
I from my memory have effaced
All former joys, all kindred, friends;
All honors that my station graced
I hold but snares that fortune sends:
Hence! joys by Christ at distance cast,
That we may be his own at last!



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