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A MAN HAS DIED.
A man has died—and so have myriads more—
They will, while yet this dying earth lives on;
But when a leader makes the utmost shore,
We sadly look toward where his ship has gone,
And only get this message from the dead:
“Study the past: my words have all been said.”
They will, while yet this dying earth lives on;
But when a leader makes the utmost shore,
We sadly look toward where his ship has gone,
And only get this message from the dead:
“Study the past: my words have all been said.”
A woman mourns—as woman always must,
So long as joy has penalties of pain;
How sadly creeps that sweet soul in the dust!
And yet her fearful woe is not in vain:
It teaches us that though love long endure,
Only in Heaven its raptures are secure.
So long as joy has penalties of pain;
How sadly creeps that sweet soul in the dust!
And yet her fearful woe is not in vain:
It teaches us that though love long endure,
Only in Heaven its raptures are secure.
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