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In Memoriam A.H.H.

         
            LVII.
             
      Peace; come away: the song of woe
          Is after all an earthly song:
          Peace; come away: we do him wrong
      To sing so wildly: let us go.

      Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale;
          But half my life I leave behind:
          Methinks my friend is richly shrined;
      But I shall pass; my work will fail.

      Yet in these ears, till hearing dies,
          One set slow bell will seem to toll
          The passing of the sweetest soul
      That ever look’d with human eyes.

      I hear it now, and o’er and o’er,
          Eternal greetings to the dead;
          And ‘Ave, Ave, Ave,’ said,
      ‘Adieu, adieu’ for evermore.
       


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