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To R. N
Oh, say thou not, Now I shall go to sleep!
For he who said it did not sleep, but die.
Close not thine eydlids on our agony;
Stay with us, hold our hands in fellowship,
While darkness broods above us dread and deep.
Lift thou thy silver-trumpet voice on high,
And let it bear up to God's ear the cry
Of souls too numb to plain themselves and weep.
For he who said it did not sleep, but die.
Close not thine eydlids on our agony;
Stay with us, hold our hands in fellowship,
While darkness broods above us dread and deep.
Lift thou thy silver-trumpet voice on high,
And let it bear up to God's ear the cry
Of souls too numb to plain themselves and weep.
Brother, O brother, do not ask to go
Into the calm awhile! Dear brother, stay!
The world hath need of mighty ones to-day
To raise the right, the wrong to overthrow.
No loon can draw the great Odysseus' bow:
No weakling wield the hammer of Thor's grim play.
Into the calm awhile! Dear brother, stay!
The world hath need of mighty ones to-day
To raise the right, the wrong to overthrow.
No loon can draw the great Odysseus' bow:
No weakling wield the hammer of Thor's grim play.
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