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Peal on! peal on! a glorious peal!
The strife is o'er, the victory his—
With folded hands, now o'er him steal
The visions of immortal bliss;
And calmly now he hears your sound,
The peace of heaven upon his brow,
His foot upon the sacred ground,—
Yes, ye have soothed the mourner now!
The strife is o'er, the victory his—
With folded hands, now o'er him steal
The visions of immortal bliss;
And calmly now he hears your sound,
The peace of heaven upon his brow,
His foot upon the sacred ground,—
Yes, ye have soothed the mourner now!
