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 OU sleep too well — too far away,
 * For sorrowing word to soothe or wound;

Your very quiet seems to say
 * How longed-for a peace you have found.

Else, had not death so lured you on,
 * You would have grieved — 'twixt joy and fear --

To know how my small loving son
 * Had wept for you, my dear.