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 "poet": "Sarah Louisa Forten Purvis",
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    "text": "There lies the sole remaining hope",
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   {
    "text": "Of all my coming years;",
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   {
    "text": "The treasure of my widow’d heart,",
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   {
    "text": "The tie that bound me here.",
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   {
    "text": "He was the last⁠—the loveliest,",
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   {
    "text": "And can you blame my grief,",
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   {
    "text": "Or chide the falling tears which give",
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   {
    "text": "This bursting heart relief?",
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   {
    "text": "There’s nothing left for me to love",
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   {
    "text": "This earth holds nothing dear,",
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   {
    "text": "Since he, my sweet⁠—my gentle one,",
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   {
    "text": "Is now no longer here.",
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   {
    "text": "My poor fond heart had counted on",
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   {
    "text": "Such bliss, in future hours!",
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   {
    "text": "And I had dreamed his coming days",
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   {
    "text": "Here strewed with fairy flowers!",
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    "text": "Perchance ’twas wrong to love him thus,",
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   {
    "text": "And I have been chastised⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "For He who gave him to my trust,",
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   {
    "text": "Hath called him to the skies.",
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    "text": "He was too dear⁠—oh! far too dear,",
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    "text": "The idol of my soul⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Then blame me not⁠—this burst of grief",
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   {
    "text": "I cannot now control.",
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