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With her eyelids closed and her lips apart,
And her arms like the marble fair,
Crossed on her bosom and gently prest
She lay as she sank to her peaceful rest, 
In the mute repose of prayer.

When the morning broke and we gazed again,
A smile to her face seemed given;
And though our spirits were crushed and sad,
The Christmas bells soon made us glad,
For we knew she woke in Heaven.

Transcription Notes:
. Only poem on top paper transcribed here. Underneath page noted 277 is transcribed in full on page 290 of this project.