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A DIRGE.
Close the eyes which were so bright:
Fold the hands above the heart:
Eyes and hands have done their part:
O'er the noon hath dropped the night.
Fold the hands above the heart:
Eyes and hands have done their part:
O'er the noon hath dropped the night.
Gently lay the sleeping form,
In that shelter calm and meet;
There to rest while weary feet
Walk above in sun and storm.
In that shelter calm and meet;
There to rest while weary feet
Walk above in sun and storm.
Faith and hope, all grief above,
Guide us on till grief be past:
Guide us thither where at last
Faith and hope are lost in love!
Guide us on till grief be past:
Guide us thither where at last
Faith and hope are lost in love!
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