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 Learn, that from his harvests done, Peasants bear a brother on       To his last repose.

By the pall of snowy white Through the yew-trees gleaming bright; By the garland on the bier, Weep! a maiden claims thy tear— Broken is the rose!

Which is the tenderest rite of all?— Buried virgin's coronal, Requiem o'er the monarch's head, Farewell gun for warrior dead, Herdsman's funeral hymn?

Tells not each of human woe? Each of hope and strength brought low? Number each with holy things, If one chastening thought it brings Ere life's day grow dim!