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Henceforth
,
safe
across
the
river
,
I
shall
see
forever
more
A
beloved
,
household
spirit
Waiting
for
me
on
the
shore
.
Hope
and
faith
,
born
of
my
sorrow
,
Guardian
angels
shall
become
,
And
the
sister
gone
before
me
By
their
hands
shall
lead
me
home
.
Blurred
and
blotted
,
faulty
and
feeble
as
the
lines
were
,
they
brought
a
look
of
inexpressible
comfort
to
Beth
’
s
face
,
for
her
one
regret
had
been
that
she
had
done
so
little
,
and
this
seemed
to
assure
her
that
her
life
had
not
been
useless
,
that
her
death
would
not
bring
the
despair
she
feared
.
As
she
sat
with
the
paper
folded
between
her
hands
,
the
charred
log
fell
asunder
.
Jo
started
up
,
revived
the
blaze
,
and
crept
to
the
bedside
,
hoping
Beth
slept
.
"
Not
asleep
,
but
so
happy
,
dear
.
See
,
I
found
this
and
read
it
.
I
knew
you
wouldn
’
t
care
.
Have
I
been
all
that
to
you
,
Jo
?
"
she
asked
,
with
wistful
,
humble
earnestness
.
