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277
ST. BERNARD.
They asked in midnight's solemn shade—
When morning's splendor shone—
If he to distant lands had strayed;
If in the grave his dust were laid;
If he in glory stood arrayed
Before the eternal throne.
When morning's splendor shone—
If he to distant lands had strayed;
If in the grave his dust were laid;
If he in glory stood arrayed
Before the eternal throne.
None answered through night's silent gloom!
No beams of opening day
The painful mystery could illume;
Nought from the world of deathless bloom,
From distant earth, or secret tomb,
Told how he passed away.
No beams of opening day
The painful mystery could illume;
Nought from the world of deathless bloom,
From distant earth, or secret tomb,
Told how he passed away.
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