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"He knoweth not that the dead are there."
In yonder halls reclining / Are forms surpassing fair, / And brilliant lights are shining, / But, oh! the dead are there!
There's music, song and dance, / There's banishment of care, / And mirth in every glance, / But, oh! the dead are there!
The wine cup's sparkling glow / Blends with the viands rare.
There's revelry and show, / But still, the dead are there!
'Neath that flow of song and mirth / Runs the current of despair, / But the simple sons of earth / Know not the dead are there!
They'll shudder start and tremble, / They'll weep in wild despair / When the solemn truth breaks on them, / That the dead, the dead are there!