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DEPARTED.
A voice that is hushed forever—
A heart in the dull, deep clay;
Once wildly stirred at every word
Thy cruel lips could say.
A heart in the dull, deep clay;
Once wildly stirred at every word
Thy cruel lips could say.
And canst thou bury the Past,
Like the dead, in its funeral pall?
The cold, dark sneer, and the look severe—
Hast thou forgotten them all?
Like the dead, in its funeral pall?
The cold, dark sneer, and the look severe—
Hast thou forgotten them all?
All the departed one
So sadly, sweetly bore—
And how tears did rise in the gentle eyes
That now can weep no more?
So sadly, sweetly bore—
And how tears did rise in the gentle eyes
That now can weep no more?
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