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Often, when I am alone, / Thinking of the "things unseen; " / Things to our eyes never shown, / Hidden by the veil between / This world and eternity -- / To be lifted by and by, / Oft the thought has come to me, / "Who will robe me, when I die."
When the night-time swiftly nears, / And my last sleep comes apace, / And the mourners' bitter tears / Fall above my dying face; / When I pass out, white and still, / Where no mortal hand can save, / Out beyond the reach of skill -- / Who will robe me, for the grave?