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 Weep we less wildly! Sleeping is well; The Lord hath laid on him A wonderful spell. Flower-band childly, Call away fear! Our hand mildly Tender you cheer!

How I muse of him Gambolling so, With all these who love him A brief while ago, Heaven's joy above him, Our joy below!

Ah! may you be merry While one is lost, In his dear bosom the Terrible frost? Smile we who bury All we love most?

Or is he hiding Here in the hall. And will he come gliding Swift when we call?