| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - f the incomparible change we believe it all is to her shes gone to that land of rest where there is not sorrowing now howling tempest to trouble her peaceful spirit Oh what a blessed change from this world of sighing pining weeping praying struggling with all manner of evils I long to be there. the thought electrifies my poor weak soul to think we have parents brothers and sisters all there we bel
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