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shall we lay you down to rest?

Where will you sleep the very best?

Mirthful and tender, dear and true—

Where shall we find a grave for you?

They thought of a spirit as brave as light,

And they bore him up to a lonely height,

And they laid him there, where he loved to be,

On a mountain gazing o'er the sea!

They thought of a soul aflood with song,

And they buried him where the summer long