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MORCIA FUNEBRE; OR,
A REQUIEM ON THE DEATH OF HENRY CLAY:
Toll, toll, toll!
Let your great Thor-hammer strike upon the bell,
Crushing from out his iron heart the dole—
To sable all the world with his funeral knell!
For the passing into glory of his soul—
For the Requiem of the soaring into glory of his soul!
Then toll, toll, toll!
Till the billows of your moan,
From your iron heart that inwardly doth groan, groan, groan,
Shall, like raging seas, roll on, on, on,
To the Goal, to the Goal—
To the glorious golden Goal—
Where that mighty Man is gone—
To the Kingdom of the Soul—
From this Valley of Dark Shadows to the Kingdom of the Soul!
Let your great Thor-hammer strike upon the bell,
Crushing from out his iron heart the dole—
To sable all the world with his funeral knell!
For the passing into glory of his soul—
For the Requiem of the soaring into glory of his soul!
Then toll, toll, toll!
Till the billows of your moan,
From your iron heart that inwardly doth groan, groan, groan,
Shall, like raging seas, roll on, on, on,
To the Goal, to the Goal—
To the glorious golden Goal—
Where that mighty Man is gone—
To the Kingdom of the Soul—
From this Valley of Dark Shadows to the Kingdom of the Soul!
Toll, toll, toll!
Till the Angels lean down from their blest Abode,
To hear the thunders of your Requium roll, roll, roll—
Foaming against the white shore of the feet of God!
For the passing into glory of his soul—
For the Requiem of the soaring into glory of his soul!
Then toll, toll, toll!
Till the billows of your moan,
From your iron heart that inwardly doth groan, groan, groan,
Shall, like raging seas, roll on, on, on,
To the Goal, to the Goal—
To the glorious golden Goal—
Where that mighty Man is gone—
To the Kingdom of the Soul—
From this Valley of Dark Shadows to the Kingdom of the Soul!
Till the Angels lean down from their blest Abode,
To hear the thunders of your Requium roll, roll, roll—
Foaming against the white shore of the feet of God!
For the passing into glory of his soul—
For the Requiem of the soaring into glory of his soul!
Then toll, toll, toll!
Till the billows of your moan,
From your iron heart that inwardly doth groan, groan, groan,
Shall, like raging seas, roll on, on, on,
To the Goal, to the Goal—
To the glorious golden Goal—
Where that mighty Man is gone—
To the Kingdom of the Soul—
From this Valley of Dark Shadows to the Kingdom of the Soul!
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Toll, toll, toll!
Like the billows of some whirlwind-tortured sea,
Let the pathetic thunders of your ringing roll, roll, roll—
Rising, till they shall all arrive as far as unto thee!
For the passing into glory of his soul—
For the Requiem of the soaring into glory of his soul!
Then toll, toll, toll!
Till the billows of your moan,
From your iron heart that inwardly doth groan, groan, groan,
Shall, like raging seas, roll on, on, on,
To the Goal, to the Goal—
To the glorious golden Goal—
Where that mighty Man is gone—
To the Kingdom of the Soul—
From this Valley of Dark Shadows to the Kingdom of the Soul!
Like the billows of some whirlwind-tortured sea,
Let the pathetic thunders of your ringing roll, roll, roll—
Rising, till they shall all arrive as far as unto thee!
For the passing into glory of his soul—
For the Requiem of the soaring into glory of his soul!
Then toll, toll, toll!
Till the billows of your moan,
From your iron heart that inwardly doth groan, groan, groan,
Shall, like raging seas, roll on, on, on,
To the Goal, to the Goal—
To the glorious golden Goal—
Where that mighty Man is gone—
To the Kingdom of the Soul—
From this Valley of Dark Shadows to the Kingdom of the Soul!
Tontine Hotel, New Haven, Conn., July 5, 1862.
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