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How awful is the presence of the dead! The hours rebuked, stand silent at their side; Passions are hushed before that stern repose; Two, and two only, sad exceptions share— Sorrow and love,—and these are paramount. How deep the sorrow, and how strong the love! Seeming as utterly unfelt before. Ah! parting tries their depths. At once arise Affection's treasures, never dreamed till then. Death teaches heavy lessons, hard to bear; And most it teaches us what we have lost, In losing those who loved us.