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FUNERAL SONG.
Bring not hither any black,
Weeping symbols, let them be;
Love so perfect doth not lack
Gum or incense from the tree.
Weeping symbols, let them be;
Love so perfect doth not lack
Gum or incense from the tree.
Sound not any dirge or knell,
Set aside your grave despairs;
Beauty once with her did dwell
Now another beauty wears.
Set aside your grave despairs;
Beauty once with her did dwell
Now another beauty wears.
Cease your sighing; more for bliss
Is the passage she doth prove:
Death did kill her with a kiss,
Not in anger, but in love.
Is the passage she doth prove:
Death did kill her with a kiss,
Not in anger, but in love.
Sweetest flowers hither bring,
Culled from dewy valleys warm;
Wrap her gently, softly sing:
She is safe from ill and harm.
Culled from dewy valleys warm;
Wrap her gently, softly sing:
She is safe from ill and harm.
White her kerchiefed face; her eyes
Closed in rest; she doth not stir:
Like a fallen blossom lies
All the mortal part of her.
Closed in rest; she doth not stir:
Like a fallen blossom lies
All the mortal part of her.
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Touched to sober stillness now
Face and form are filled with light:
On her alabaster brow
Peace doth crown a last good-night.
Good night!
Face and form are filled with light:
On her alabaster brow
Peace doth crown a last good-night.
Good night!
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