Thou sleep'st with the dead now.
A spirit passed, a breath now still,
Cannot be awakened,
By the deep sorrow we feel.
Vain are the tears that over thee fall,
We can but gaze there and weep,
On thy motionless form,
That slumbers in eternal sleep.
Farewell, beloved,
No more shall our hearts ever rejoice,
At the sweetness in thy smiling face,
Are the sound of thy gentle voice.
With a sad goodbye as thou journey begins,
To that world of radiant bliss,
We place upon thy cold pale lips,
A forever kiss.
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