“Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!”

— Felicia Hemans

The Siege of Valencia (1823), scene ix, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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English poet 1793–1835

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