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',' we dare not as we fain Would cry from hearts that yearn: Love dares not bid our dead again Return.

O hearts that strain and burn As fires fast fettered burn and strain! Bow down, lie still, and learn.

The heart that healed all hearts of pain No funeral rites inurn: Its echoes, while the stars remain, Return.