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Perhaps some kindly hand may bring Its offering to the tomb; And say, as fades the rose in spring, So fadeth human bloom.

But here there is no kindly thought To soothe, and to relieve; No fancies and no flowers are brought, That soften while they grieve.

Here Poesy and Love come not— It is a world of stone; The grave is bought—is closed—forgot! And then life hurries on.

Sorrow, and beauty—nature—love Redeem man’s common breath; Ah! let them shed the grave above— Give loveliness to death.