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O'er you, o'er me, o'er him, o'er all,
The summoning funereal
To Home.
And when
Absolved from this world's toil and heat,
I wonder shall we ever meet
Again?
For in that other world the dead
Know each and all things—so 'tis said—
And there
The words that here Pride could not say
For once and all would clear away
Despair.
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