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Brave heart, whose bed has now been made / A twelve month neath the grasses, / Checkered by sunshine and by shade, / Where every breeze that passes / Hushes its song and sighs along, / With sorrow in its cadence, / Not thinking how thy sainted brow / Glows with a Christly radiance.
Do spirits hover in the air? / Do the dear dead ones never / Float on the gentle zyphers near / Out of the vast forever! / Somehow to-day my thoughts will stray / To you, oh friend, in slumber! / You seem so near, I feel you here, / One of the angel number.
Oh, face I never looked upon! / Oh, quiet, dreamless sleeper! / How strange that when you journeyed on / With death, the mighty reaper, / I missed you so. Do angels know, / Up in the City's splendor, / When hearts on earth embalm their worth, / And are they glad, I wonder?