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Benevolence shone brightly in her eyes,
Her smile enhanced the bounties of her hand,
Her tender heart was formed to sympathise,
And spread the gifts bestowed at her command.

In all creation, I a God can see,
In characters as clear as shining light,
Yet in the mind affectionate and free,
I see his image eminently bright.

The scenes which erst were by her presence cheered
With clouds of sorrow now are overcast;
We look in vain for her to all endeared,
The unforgotten while our memories last.

No more she travels in this world of woe,
On angels' wings she soar'd to heaven above:
For all her griefs and sufferings here below,
She now is free in realms of perfect love.

The friend of the distrest is now no more,
Cold is the heart that never glowed in vain;
The sick and poor the loss of her deplore,
Too faint to hope to meet her like again.

The deep vale she passed without alarms,
She braved terrors of its deathly gloom,
Secure in the everlasting arms,
She entered where affliction never come.

Immanuel, the friend divine of man,
In the last struggle smil'd benignly down,
With steadfast faith in the redeeming plan,
She gained the prize—a never fading crown.