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vi.

I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or the death-watch beat,

There came a sweeter token when the night and morning meet:
But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hand in mine,
And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign.

vii.

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;

It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

viii.

For lying broad awake I thought of you and Effie dear;

I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer here;
With all my strength I pray'd for both, and so I felt resign'd,
And up the valley came a swell of music on the wind.