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SONNET V. To the Grave.
Thou welcome mansion of eternal rest!
I do not shrink the dreary gloom to feel,
That calms the tumult of my aching breast,
As o'er thy daisied turf forlorn I steal.
I do not shrink the dreary gloom to feel,
That calms the tumult of my aching breast,
As o'er thy daisied turf forlorn I steal.
I do not shrink to hear the passing bell
Tolling in measur'd cadence dull and slow,
Bid the worn mourner to thy joyless cell
Weeping, with steps unequal feebly go.
Tolling in measur'd cadence dull and slow,
Bid the worn mourner to thy joyless cell
Weeping, with steps unequal feebly go.
With thee, the heart that long has throb'd with woe
Shall sink (oh welcome thought!) to peace profound,
The form that oft was worn by care below,
Shall sleep unconscious of misfortune's wound.
Shall sink (oh welcome thought!) to peace profound,
The form that oft was worn by care below,
Shall sleep unconscious of misfortune's wound.
In the dark confines of thy shelt'ring breast,
The wicked vex not, and the weary rest!
The wicked vex not, and the weary rest!
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