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Earth is fading—heaven beaming—
 * All around grows dark and chill;

White robed phantoms near me streaming—
 * Streaming, streaming, streaming still.

Clasp me, mother, clasp me lightly,
 * Lest you press the soul too soon

From the form that once shone brightly—
 * Quenched its brilliance in its noon.

Kiss me, father, kiss me sweetly;
 * Smoothe the ringlets from my brow—

Quick—oh quick—for fleetly, fleetly
 * Speeds life’s current from me now!

Where is Harry, where is Harry?
 * Far from Stella’s weeping bed;

Who to him my words shall carry—
 * Who shall tell him I am dead!