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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Dead. (From The German Of Stockmann)
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How they so softly rest, 
All they the holy ones, 
Unto whose dwelling-place 
Now doth my soul draw near! 
How they so softly rest, 
All in their silent graves, 
Deep to corruption 
Slowly don-sinking! 

And they no longer weep, 
Here, where complaint is still! 
And they no longer feel, 
Here, where all gladness flies! 
And, by the cypresses 
Softly o`ershadowed 
Until the Angel 
Calls them, they slumber!
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