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LET REST
What art was lavished on the bower;
What nameless beauty hers for dower;
What perfect moments made the hour!
What nameless beauty hers for dower;
What perfect moments made the hour!
They steal like death from room to room;
They stifle sobs that break the gloom;
They keep the silence of the tomb.
They stifle sobs that break the gloom;
They keep the silence of the tomb.
Bring up old friends to view the bed;
Bring up, with slow, mock-solemn tread,
The hired transport of the dead.
Bring up, with slow, mock-solemn tread,
The hired transport of the dead.
Let rest the gold that holds her hair;
Let rest the ring none else might wear;
Let rest the strong man weeping there.
Let rest the ring none else might wear;
Let rest the strong man weeping there.
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