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IMMORTAL by MARY F. COCHRANE

First Line: I MISS THE DEAR, LOVED FACE SO
Last Line: "'TIS ON THE BREAST OF GOD!"
Subject(s): MOURNING; BEREAVEMENT;
I miss the dear, loved face so,
I falter by the bed,
While bursting heart and throat ask,
"Where now that dear, loved head?"

In leaden grief a moment
I see it 'neath the sod,
Then tears and faith say cry answer
"'Tis on the breast of God!"



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