AT HANS ANDERSEN'S FUNERAL.
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Did a dead man ever lift his head from its place in the coffin yet,
Do you think, to bow to the king?
Do you think, to bow to the king?
'But could he not see him up in Heaven?" I never was there, you know;
But Heaven is too far, I fear,
For the ermine, and purple, and gold, that make up the king, to show
So bravely as they do here.
But Heaven is too far, I fear,
For the ermine, and purple, and gold, that make up the king, to show
So bravely as they do here.
But he saw the tears of the peasant-child, by the beautiful light he took
From the earth in his close-shut eyes;
For tears are the sweetest of all the things we shall see, when we come to look
From the windows of the skies.
From the earth in his close-shut eyes;
For tears are the sweetest of all the things we shall see, when we come to look
From the windows of the skies.
