The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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PEACE, PEACE TO HIM THAT'S GONE!
When I am dead
Then lay my head
In some lone, distant dell,
Where voices ne'er
Shall stir the air,
Or break its silent spell.
Then lay my head
In some lone, distant dell,
Where voices ne'er
Shall stir the air,
Or break its silent spell.
If any sound
Be heard around,
Let the sweet bird alone,
That weeps in song,
Sing all night long,
“Peace, peace to him that's gone!”
Be heard around,
Let the sweet bird alone,
That weeps in song,
Sing all night long,
“Peace, peace to him that's gone!”
Yet, oh, were mine
One sigh of thine,
One pitying word from thee,
Like gleams of heaven,
To sinners given,
Would be that word to me.
One sigh of thine,
One pitying word from thee,
Like gleams of heaven,
To sinners given,
Would be that word to me.
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Howe'er unblest,
My shade would rest
While list'ning to that tone;—
Enough 'twould be
To hear from thee,
“Peace, peace, to him that's gone!”
My shade would rest
While list'ning to that tone;—
Enough 'twould be
To hear from thee,
“Peace, peace, to him that's gone!”
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