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Oh no! not such! that lingering spell Would lure me back to life, When my weaned heart hath said farewell, And passed the gates of strife.

Let not a sigh of human love Blend with the song its tone! Let no disturbing echo move One that must die alone!

But pour a solemn-breathing strain Filled with the soul of prayer; Let a life's conflict, fear, and pain, And trembling hope be there.

Deeper, yet deeper! in my thought Lies more prevailing sound, A harmony intensely fraught With pleading more profound