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4 But ere he left your fatal shore, And lay on that funereal boat, Dying, 'Unspeakable' he wrote 'Their kindness,' and he wrote no more;

And sacred is the latest word; And now, the Might-have-been, And those lone rites I have not seen, And one drear sound I have not heard,

Are dreams that scarce will let me be, Not there to bid my boy farewell, When That within the coffin fell Fell and flash'd into the Red Sea, Errata