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SHIAWASSEE COUNTY .12
Death, more tender-hearted, leaves to sorrow
Still the radiant shadow—fond regret; We shall find in some far, bright to-morrow.
Joy that he has taken, living yet.
Is love ours, and do we dream we know it,
Bound with our heart-strings, all our own ? Any cold and cruel dawn may show it
Shattered, desecrated, overthrown.
Only the dead hearts forsake us never;
Love, that to death's loyal care has fled, Is thus consecrated ours forever,
And no change can rob us of our dead.
So when fate comes to besiege our city.
Dim our gold, or make our flowers fall. Death, the angel, comes in love and pity,
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