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IN PEACE.
Come, let us make his pleasant grave
Upon this shady shore,
Where the sad river, wave on wave,
Shall grieve forevermore;
O long and sweet shall be his dream
Lulled by its soothing flow—
Sigh softly, softly, shining stream,
Because he loved you so!
Upon this shady shore,
Where the sad river, wave on wave,
Shall grieve forevermore;
O long and sweet shall be his dream
Lulled by its soothing flow—
Sigh softly, softly, shining stream,
Because he loved you so!
Fair blossom-daughters of the May,
So lovely in your bloom,
Your ranks must stand aside to-day
To give our darling room;
These dew-drops which you shed in showers
Are loving tears, I know—
Bloom brightly, brightly, grateful flowers,
Because he loved you so!
So lovely in your bloom,
Your ranks must stand aside to-day
To give our darling room;
These dew-drops which you shed in showers
Are loving tears, I know—
Bloom brightly, brightly, grateful flowers,
Because he loved you so!
Here all the warm, long summer days
The yellow bees shall come,
Coquetting down the blossomy ways
With loud and ringing hum;
While warbling in the sunny trees
The birds flit to and fro—
Sing sweetly, sweetly, birds and bees,
Because he loved you so!
The yellow bees shall come,
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With loud and ringing hum;
While warbling in the sunny trees
The birds flit to and fro—
Sing sweetly, sweetly, birds and bees,
Because he loved you so!
Here with their soft and cautious tread,
The light feet of the shower
Shall walk about his grassy bed,
And cool the sultry hour;
Yet may not wake to smiles again
The eyes which sleep below—
Fall lightly, lightly, pleasant rain,
Because he loved you so!
The light feet of the shower
Shall walk about his grassy bed,
And cool the sultry hour;
Yet may not wake to smiles again
The eyes which sleep below—
Fall lightly, lightly, pleasant rain,
Because he loved you so!
And when the summer's voice is dumb,
And lost her bloomy grace,
When sighing autumn tempests come
To weep above the place,
Till all the forest boughs are thinned,
Their leafy pride laid low—
Grieve gently, gently, wailing wind,
Because he loved you so!
And lost her bloomy grace,
When sighing autumn tempests come
To weep above the place,
Till all the forest boughs are thinned,
Their leafy pride laid low—
Grieve gently, gently, wailing wind,
Because he loved you so!
And when beneath the chilly light
That crowns the winter day,
The storms shall clothe his grave in white,
And shut the world away,—
Above his sweet untroubled rest
Fall soft, caressing snow—
Drift tenderly across his breast,
Because he loved you so!
That crowns the winter day,
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And shut the world away,—
Above his sweet untroubled rest
Fall soft, caressing snow—
Drift tenderly across his breast,
Because he loved you so!
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