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BURY ME.
Bury me where you will,
I care not now;
But let me lie for ever lone and still,
With nought but silence on my shadowed brow
And that hushed heart which kept its solemn vow,
Beneath the wind-swept hill.
I ask no other mate,
No different fate,
But just to sleep and sleep in utter rest,
Away from even the portion of the blest
And all the world's wild circumstance and state,
Upon the earth's cool breast.
I care not now;
But let me lie for ever lone and still,
With nought but silence on my shadowed brow
And that hushed heart which kept its solemn vow,
Beneath the wind-swept hill.
I ask no other mate,
No different fate,
But just to sleep and sleep in utter rest,
Away from even the portion of the blest
And all the world's wild circumstance and state,
Upon the earth's cool breast.
I played my little part
Of lowly deeds;
And still with love that laboured at its art,
I fought my way through many cults and creeds
And rivalries of base and noble deeds,
To find enough my heart.
No presence rude
But solitude
Shall henceforth be my comrade and my kin;
While I slough off the lingering taint of sin,
And face to face with God and Nature nude
Learn truth and enter in.
Of lowly deeds;
And still with love that laboured at its art,
I fought my way through many cults and creeds
And rivalries of base and noble deeds,
To find enough my heart.
No presence rude
But solitude
Shall henceforth be my comrade and my kin;
While I slough off the lingering taint of sin,
And face to face with God and Nature nude
Learn truth and enter in.
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