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May Alcott | Biography  | Quotes (26) |  Mysterious death! who
in a single hour  Life's gold can so refine  And by thy art
divine  Change mortal weakness to immortal power!   Bending
beneath the weight of eighty years  Spent with the noble strife
of a victorious life  We watched her fading heavenward, through
our tears.   But ere the sense of loss our hearts had wrung  A
miracle was wrought;  And swift as happy thought  She lived
again -- brave, beautiful, and young.   Age, pain, and sorrow
dropped the veils they wore  And showed the tender eyes  Of
angels in disguise,  Whose discipline so patiently she bore.
The past years brought their harvest rich and fair;  While
memory and love,  Together, fondly wove  A golden garland for
the silver hair.   How could we mourn like those who are bereft,
When every pang of grief  found balm for its relief  In counting
up the treasures she had left?--   Faith that withstood the
shocks of toil and time;  Hop