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Richard Henry Dana
In the old churchyard of his native town, / And in the ancestral tomb beside the wall, / We laid him in the sleep that comes to all, / And left him to his rest and his renown. / The snow was falling, as if Heaven dropped down / White flowers of Paradise to strew his pall; -- / The dead around him seemed to wake, and call / His name, as worthy of so white a crown. / And now the moon is shining on the scene, / And the broad sheet of snow is written o'er / With shadows cruciform of leafless trees, / As once the winding-sheet of Saladin / With chapters of the Koran; but, ah! more / Mysterious and triumphant signs are these.