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Sleep, my Mary!
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Sleep, my Mary! sleep, my Mary!
Sleep, though darksome be thy bed;
Sleep, my Mary! sleep, my Mary!
Sleep, though round thee lie the dead!
Sleep!—To this bed comes not nigh
Tortured night, or troubled day;
Fearless sleep, the dead that lie
Round thee—O how harmless they!
Sleep, though darksome be thy bed;
Sleep, my Mary! sleep, my Mary!
Sleep, though round thee lie the dead!
Sleep!—To this bed comes not nigh
Tortured night, or troubled day;
Fearless sleep, the dead that lie
Round thee—O how harmless they!
Sleep, my Mary! sleep, my Mary!
Dream not thou art left alone—
Listen, Mary! listen, Mary!
Well was once my footstep known!—
Hush!—That sob was much too loud;
Glad I am the grave is deep!
It would pain her in her shroud,
Could she hear her father weep!
Dream not thou art left alone—
Listen, Mary! listen, Mary!
Well was once my footstep known!—
Hush!—That sob was much too loud;
Glad I am the grave is deep!
It would pain her in her shroud,
Could she hear her father weep!
Sleep, my Mary! sleep, my Mary!
Dead thou art not—scarce removed;
Still, my Mary! still, my Mary!
Thou art living, thou art loved!
Living still—at least to me,
Still before my inward eye;
Loved—as nothing clse can be!
Loved—till life and memory die!
Dead thou art not—scarce removed;
Still, my Mary! still, my Mary!
Thou art living, thou art loved!
Living still—at least to me,
Still before my inward eye;
Loved—as nothing clse can be!
Loved—till life and memory die!
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