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Death sets a thing significant     The eye had hurried by,     Except a perished creature     Entreat us tenderly     To ponder little workmanships     In crayon or in wool,     With "This was last her fingers did,"     Industrious until     The thimble weighed too heavy,     The stitches stopped themselves,     And then 't was put among the dust     Upon the closet shelves.     A book I have, a friend gave,     Whose pencil, here and there,     Had notched the place that pleased him, --     At rest his fingers are.     Now, when I read, I read not,     For interrupting tears     Obliterate the etchings     Too costly for repairs.

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