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AT THE BIER OF PRECENTOR A. REITAN 163
She thought that he was chosen by God from earth to go,
Would check, her hands upthrusting, the harsh behest of
woe;
And with her slender body, too weak for such a strife,
Would ward her gallant consort, —and.gave for him her
life.
She smiled, serene and blissful, as death’s dark eye she
braved;
Her sacrifice was given, her heart’s proud hero saved.
Our love and admiration lifted a starry dome
Of happiness above her in life’s last hour of gloam,
And snow-white pure she passed then to her eternal
home.
Such tender love and holy to heaven’s bounds can bear
The souls that it embraces in sacrifice and prayer.
AT THE BIER OF PRECENTOR A. REITAN
(1872)
Wiru smiles his soft eyes ever gleamed,
When God and country thinking;
With endless joy, his soul, it seemed,
Faith, fatherland, was linking.
His word, his song,
Like springs flowed strong;
They fruitful made the valley long,
And quickened all there drinking.
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