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IN MEMORIAM OTTO DRESEL
HANDEL'S LARGO
On every shining stair an angel stood,And to our dear one said, “Walk higher, friend!”
Till, rapt from earth, in a celestial mood,
He passed from sight to blessings without end;
And where his feet had trod, a radiant flood
His lofty message of content did send.
BEETHOVEN'S FUNERAL MARCH
The heavy steps that 'neath new burdens tread,The heavy hearts that wait upon the dead,
The struggling thoughts that single out, through tears,
The happy memories of bygone years,
And on the deaf and silent presence call:
O friend belov'd! O master! is this all?
But as the cadence moves, the song-flowers fling
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Love that survives the wreck of its delight,
And goes, torch-bearing, into darksome night.
Trumpet and drum have marked the victor's way,
The seraph voices now their legend say:
“O loving friends! refrain your waiting fond;
The gates are passed, and heaven is bright beyond.”
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