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The corpses tongue is still;

I come to thee, a solemn corpse

I tell thee that my poor scornd heart

They laid the dead-weights on mine eyes

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Which God shall hear and bless!

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In the anguish none could see;

Is of thine earth--thine earth--a part:

Its folded fingers point to heaven,

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To wring from out thy soul a cry

It cannot vex thee now.

I have no breath to use in sighs;

A saint companionless.

And the deads silentness,

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I LEFT thee last, a child at heart,

But I only prayd for thee.

Which neither feels nor fears.

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Its tranquil heart to thrill.

Or break thy sinful vow:

No farther wrong, no farther woe

Lest Heavens own palm droop in my hand,

They whisperd oft, She sleepeth soft--

Look on me with thine own calm look: