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IN MEMORIAM A. B.
Draw wide the curtain, let the day be plain.
All, all is over! All the care, the pain,
The fearful watching, while one hope was left:
Death has accomplished quite his cruel theft.
All, all is over! All the care, the pain,
The fearful watching, while one hope was left:
Death has accomplished quite his cruel theft.
How still, composed! In how profound a peace
He's wrapped at last! Bid every tear to cease
Now, in this awful silence. Life is gone!
Here's left but mem'ry, and the tomb's gray stone.
He's wrapped at last! Bid every tear to cease
Now, in this awful silence. Life is gone!
Here's left but mem'ry, and the tomb's gray stone.
Farewell, dear Brother! On the worlds must roll,
Though fate ordain, that soul be torn from soul.
Our paths are sundered: who may dare foretell,
If they shall meet again? Farewell, Farewell!
Though fate ordain, that soul be torn from soul.
Our paths are sundered: who may dare foretell,
If they shall meet again? Farewell, Farewell!
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