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So soon my body will have gone / Beyond the sound and sight of men, / And tho' it wakes and suffers now, / Its sleep will be unbroken then; / But oh, my frail immortal soul / That will not sleep forevermore, / A leaf borne onward by the blast, / A wave that never finds the shore.