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Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, / When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, / Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, / But never will be sung to us again, / Is thy remembrance. Now the hour of rest / Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling; it is best.