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She passed in Dublin, just last year she did, bless her sainted soul.
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Not thine the sorrow, but ours, sainted soul!
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A sainted soul is always elegant, and, if it will, passes unchallenged into the most guarded ring.
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What blissful moments were mine, as I saw his sainted soul fly home; how near heaven seemed and still seems!
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With deepest reverence, and a prayer to her sainted soul to forgive the desecration of my loving hands, I tremblingly drew that veil aside.
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Tasting a mystery resembles getting the first flavor of a scandal; sainted souls do not detest this.
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When I can enter the inner chamber of sainted souls, and conspire with the efforts of moral heroes, and understand the sufferings of martyrs?