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 O'er you, o'er me, o'er him, o'er all,

The summoning funereal

To Home.

And when

Absolved from this world's toil and heat,

I wonder shall we ever meet

Again?

For in that other world the dead

Know each and all things—so 'tis said—

And there

The words that here Pride could not say

For once and all would clear away

Despair. Rh