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Thou must leave earth's pomp and state;
I have marked thy future fate.
          Haste, haste away!

Bride, thy plighted faith is given;
Now thy vow is heard in heaven.
Who may hear the tones which swell
Deep within thy fond heart's cell?
Vain thy secret wishes all;
Thou must haste thee at my call.
          Haste, haste away!

Soldier, on the battle plain
Thou must find thy courage vain.
Canst thou bear thee undismayed,
When my touch is on thee laid?
Soldier, on the battle field
Leave the helmet and the shield.
          Haste, haste away!

Sailor, 'mid the pathless sea
Shall thy quiet slumbers be;
Far within the watery deep
Shall-the mermaid o'er thee weep;
Friend nor kindred o'er thy bier
E'er shall shed the sorrowing tear.
          Haste, haste away!

Widow, in whose sorrowing heart
Joy hath not its wonted part,
Fear thou not my sad array;
He, thy loved, has trod the way;