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MISS SOPHIE B. WRIGHT
You are gone, Miss Sophie Wright,
Dear beating, throbbing heart.
Your life was such a fight,
And yet you did your part.
Your nervous hands no more
You'll turn and move at will;
They rest as ne'er before,
The handkerchief is still.
Your frame, so small and mean,
Shall trouble you no more;
The sufferings you have seen
Are gone forever more.
Your life so early old,
Because so full of strain,
Is just a lesson told
Of sunshine and of rain.
And now we see no more
Your little yearning face.
Perchance you've seen before
In heaven a certain place.
And all your love for boys
And girls you've left behind?
Do you in heavenly joys
Pray that these shall find?
Right in the toil of life
Your chair you left behind;
You left the heat and strife
A richer life to find.
Dear beating, throbbing heart.
Your life was such a fight,
And yet you did your part.
Your nervous hands no more
You'll turn and move at will;
They rest as ne'er before,
The handkerchief is still.
Your frame, so small and mean,
Shall trouble you no more;
The sufferings you have seen
Are gone forever more.
Your life so early old,
Because so full of strain,
Is just a lesson told
Of sunshine and of rain.
And now we see no more
Your little yearning face.
Perchance you've seen before
In heaven a certain place.
And all your love for boys
And girls you've left behind?
Do you in heavenly joys
Pray that these shall find?
Right in the toil of life
Your chair you left behind;
You left the heat and strife
A richer life to find.
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