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Have pity upon me, have pity upon me O ye my friends: for the hand of God hath touched me.
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord. They rest from their labours, and their woirks shall follow them.
By this instance of mortality, three children of tender age were deprived of their only surviving parent.
Perhaps the awful strike shall seem severe, But let reflection speak her voice attend.
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