Author: Thomas Edward Hankinson

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  • IN: The Morning of Life: a Memoir of Miss A (1851) Book, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Rejoice, sweet orphan, though to you The world have lost its gaudy hue, And youth's wild hopes, and dizzy mirth Can never be your lot on earth, A calmer, purer light is shed Along the lonely path you tread. The kindred dead shall hover near, And whisper in the spirit's ear, And ease the load and still the strife, And smooth the ruggedness of life.
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