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By Ryan, Abram Joseph
Her grave is not a grave; it is a shrine,
Where innocence reposes,
Bright over which God's stars must love to shine,
And where, when Winter closes,
Fair Spring shall come, and in her garland twine,
Just like this hand of mine,
Artist: Ryan, Abram Joseph
Year: 1800