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[Lie lightly, Earth! on the most blameless breast]

Lie lightly, Earth! on the most blameless breast
That ever was consigned to Thee—and Rest.
Lie lightly on the dear unconscious dust
Which to thy chill embraces we entrust,
For though we know the Soul that once could warm
The poor decaying and forsaken form
Yet lives—and ever shall remain the same,
Still Feeling lingers round the once-loved Frame!