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...the aching brow, and in silence Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces, Where on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow...she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it for ever. Many familiar forms had disappeared in the...

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...the aching brow, and in silence Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces, Where on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow...she looked around, she saw how Death', the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it for ever. Many familiar forms had disappeared in the...

...Sunday morn, wending her quiet way, she entered the almshouse, — entered the chambers of sickness. " Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered,...hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison " Suddenly, as if arrested by fear or a feeling of wonder, Still she stood, with her colorless lips...

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...the aching brow, and in silence Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces, Where on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow...she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it for ever. Many familiar forms had disappeared in the...

...die aching brow, and in silence Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces, Where on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow...she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it for ever. Many familiar forms had disappeared in the...

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