Now utter calm and rest; Hands folded o'er the breast In peace the placidest, All trials past; All fever soothed -- all pain Annulled in heart and brain, Never to vex again -- She sleeps at last.
She sleeps; but O most dear And best beloved of her Ye sleep not -- nay, nor stir, Save but to bow The closer each to each, With sobs and broken speech, That all in vain beseech Her answer now.
And lo! we weep with you, One grief the wide world through: Yet with the faith she knew We see her still, Even as here she stood -- All that was pure and good And sweet in womanhood -- God's will her will.
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