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| GROUPS of radiant angels soaring | |
| Upward in the sunshine’s gleam; | |
| Watched as through the gates of heaven, | |
| In their arms a form they bore; | |
| And a thousand angel voices | 5 |
| Sang the name of Montefiore! | |
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| Somewhere I have caught the echo, | |
| Drifting on till time shall end— | |
| Caught the sound of grief and mourning; | |
| For the poor have lost their friend! | 10 |
| Silent is the voice that pleaded, | |
| Motionless the hand that gave, | |
| And the voice that loved and pitied | |
| Stilled and pulseless in the grave. | |
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| Softly rest his soul in slumber! | 15 |
| He was weary, he was lone; | |
| Long ago his household angel | |
| Flitted off to heaven’s throne. | |
| Weep no tear, nor bow in sorrow, | |
| Praise the God we all adore, | 20 |
| For He crowned the earth with blessing | |
| When he gave it Montefiore. | |
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