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THE SLEEPING SISTEKS,
��IN THE LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL.
��HUSH ! hush ! tread lightly, t were not meet
So sweet a dream to break, Or from that tender, clasping hand
One snowdrop leaflet shake,
Or drive away the angel smile,
That lights each gentle face, For waking life would surely fail
To yield so pure a grace.
Hear st thou their breathing, as they sleep
On pillow lightly prest ? Is aught on earth so calm and deep
As childhood s balmy rest ?
A quiet couch those sisters find Within these hallowed walls
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