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She was our queen, our rose, our star;
And then she danced—O Heaven, her dancing!

— Winthrop Mackworth Praed

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Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,
And some before the speaker.

I remember, I remember
How my childhood fleeted by,—
The mirth of its December
And the warmth of its July.

And oh! I shall find how, day by day,
All thoughts and things look older;
How the laugh of pleasure grows less gay,
And the heart of friendship colder.

His partners at the whist-club said
That he was faultless in his dealings.

I think while zealots fast and frown,
And fight for two or seven,
That there are fifty roads to town,
And rather more to Heaven.

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