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    THE
  
  
    LAST
  
  
    WORDS
  
  
    OF
  
  
    COPERNICUS.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    (Original.)
  
    They
  
  
    need
  
  
    no
  
  
    candle
  
  
    neither
  
  
    light
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    sun,
  
  
    for
  
  
    the
  
  
    Lord
  
  
    God
  
  
    giveth
  
  
    them
  
  
    light."-REV.
  
  
    22:5
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    F
  
  
    Major.
  
    MISS
  
  
    SARAH
  
  
    LANCASTER;
  
  
    18
  
    Ye gold
  
  
    -
  
  
    en
  
  
    lamps
  
  
    of
  
  
    Heav'n,
  
  
    farewell,
  
  
    With
  
  
    all
  
  
    your
  
  
    fee-ble
  
  
    light;
  
  
    Fare-well
  
  
    thou
  
  
    ev-er
  
  
    chang-ing
  
  
    moon,
  
  
    Pale
  
  
    em-press
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    night.
  
  
    And
  
  
    thou
  
  
    re-ful-gent
  
    And
  
  
    thou
  
  
    re-ful-gent
  
    And
  
  
    thou
  
  
    refulgent
  
  
    orb
  
  
    of
  
  
    day,
  
  
    In
  
  
    brighter
  
  
    flames
  
  
    array'd;
  
  
    My
  
  
    soul
  
  
    which
  
  
    springs
  
  
    beyond
  
  
    thy
  
  
    sphere,
  
  
    No
  
  
    more
  
  
    demands
  
  
    thy
  
  
    aid.
  
    orb
  
  
    of
  
  
    day,
  
  
    In
  
  
    brighter
  
  
    flames
  
  
    array'd;
  
  
    And
  
  
    thou
  
  
    refulgent
  
  
    orb
  
  
    of
  
  
    day
  
  
    In
  
  
    brighter
  
  
    flames
  
  
    array'd;
  
  
    My
  
  
    soul
  
  
    which
  
  
    springs
  
  
    beyond
  
  
    thy
  
  
    sphere,
  
  
    No
  
  
    more
  
  
    demands
  
  
    thy
  
  
    aid.
  
    And
  
  
    thou
  
  
    refulgent
  
  
    orb
  
  
    of
  
  
    day,
  
  
    In
  
  
    brighter
  
  
    flames
  
  
    array'd;
  
  
    My
  
  
    soul,
  
  
    which
  
  
    springs
  
  
    beyond
  
  
    thy
  
  
    sphere,
  
  
    No
  
  
    more
  
  
    demands
  
  
    thy
  
  
    aid.
  
    orb
  
  
    of
  
  
    day,
  
  
    In
  
  
    brighter
  
  
    flames
  
  
    arrayed;
  
  
    In
  
  
    brighter
  
  
    flames
  
  
    array'd;...
  
  
    My
  
  
    soul,
  
  
    which
  
  
    springs
  
  
    beyond
  
  
    thy sphere,
  
  
    No
  
  
    more
  
  
    demands
  
  
    thy
  
  
    aid.
  
    Miss
  
  
    Sarah
  
  
    Lancaster,
  
  
    the
  
  
    author
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    tune
  
  
    is
  
  
    at
  
  
    this
  
  
    time
  
  
    about
  
  
    ninety
  
  
    years
  
  
    of
  
  
    age.
  
  
    Resides
  
  
    somewhere
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    state
  
  
    of
  
  
    Texas.
  
  
    Statements
  
  
    made
  
    about
  
  
    her
  
  
    having
  
  
    died
  
  
    at
  
  
    West
  
  
    Point,
  
  
    Georgia,
  
  
    twenty-five
  
  
    or
  
  
    thirty
  
  
    years
  
  
    ago
  
  
    is
  
  
    a
  
  
    mistake.
  
  
    The
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    of
  
  
    this
  
  
    tune
  
  
    is
  
  
    based
  
  
    on
  
  
    Rev.
  
  
    22nd
  
  
    chapter
  
  
    and
  
  
    5th
  
  
    verse.