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yonder halls reclining
 * Are forms surpassing fair,

And brilliant lights are shining,
 * But, oh ! the dead are there!

There’s music, song and dance,
 * There 's banishment of care.

And mirth in every glance,
 * But, oh ! the dead are there!

The wine cup's sparkling glow
 * Blends with the viands rare.

There’s revelry and show,
 * But still, the dead are there!

'Neath that flow of song and mirth
 * Runs the current of despair,

But the simple sons of earth
 * Know not the dead are there!

They’ll shudder start and tremble,
 * They’ll weep in wild despair

When the solemn truth breaks on them,
 * That the dead, the dead are there!