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Some are laughing, some are weeping; / She is sleeping, only sleeping. / Round her rest wild flowers are creeping; / There the wind is heaping, heaping / Sweetest sweets of Summer's keeping, / By the cornfields ripe for reaping.
There are lilies, and there blushes / The deep rose, and there the thrushes / Sing till latest sunlight flushes / In the west; a fresh wind brushes / Through the leaves while evening hushes.
There by day the lark is singing / And the grass and weeds are springing: / There by night the bat is winging; / There forever winds are bringing / Far-off chimes of church-bells ringing.
Night and morning, noon and even, / Their sound fills her dreams with Heaven: / The long strife at length is striven: / Till her grave-bands shall be riven / Such is the good portion given / To her soul at rest and shriven.