Grave on her monumental pile, She won from vice, by virtue's smile, Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne, Affection's wreath, a happy home. The right to worship deep and pure, To bless the orphan, feed the poor, Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, First at the tomb to hear his word.
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