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And these be They
Who through great tribulation gave
   Us Victory.
By faith in deeds and hope and lives
   Like Theirs,
Love conquers All.

 

(And then just before the final prayer the clergyman read
this quatrain by Emily Dickinson)

Morns like these we parted;
Noons like these she rose,
Fluttering first, then firmer,
To her fair repose.