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THE DEATH-BED.
On some far crag a beacon veers;
The wintry ocean clangs and heaves;
The naked boughs are strung with tears,
And brittle hang the icy spears
Along the eaves.
The wintry ocean clangs and heaves;
The naked boughs are strung with tears,
And brittle hang the icy spears
Along the eaves.
Down on the garden's ghostly snow
The glimmer of a night-lamp falls,
And shadows past the curtains go,
And they within the chamber know
The Voice that calls.
The glimmer of a night-lamp falls,
And shadows past the curtains go,
And they within the chamber know
The Voice that calls.
They bend to watch the dying eyes,
They hear the lonely billows boom, ...
And out across the o'er-arching skies
A noiseless golden meteor flies
From gloom to gloom!
They hear the lonely billows boom, ...
And out across the o'er-arching skies
A noiseless golden meteor flies
From gloom to gloom!
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