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12402	nan	The Poets and Poetry of Cecil County, Maryland			.txt	text/plain	68885	6149	92	God speed the day,--'tis bound to come, Round thy grave kind friends are weeping, Dear Mollie, in thy early days, Flowers are springing round thy way, That half a score of sons, John, may like their father grow-Thy pale hands are folded, oh beautiful saint, And the dear little hands, like rose leaves With a heart responsive thy tones, sweet bird, And have mourned, like thee, of earth's fairest things Glided on like the flow of thy beautiful stream, Joy be to thee thy natal day, Thy young life's hand knows yet no stain Like love's young dream, they passed away, He hath touched thee--thou hast left us in thy bloom! For thence, not far, thou too, like him shall give But all touch my heart with thy sweet spell, It worked like a charm; oh, joy of my life! On earth thy early years employ, The morrow shall be like to-day.	./cache/12402.txt	./txt/12402.txt