THE SPIRIT.
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Remember when, amid the stones,
Thou see’st my bare and fleshless bones,
Thou too must the long journey take,
That all of mortal birth must make!
Thou too must blacken in the sod,
And in that hour—oh! may thy God
In mercy raise thy soul to heaven—
The God whose grace is freely given
Unto the dead on this blessed day[1]—
The dead—attired in pale array!”
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‘On this blessed day.’