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I. the child's joy-carol Rang sweeter than the spheres, There, centre of deep silence, Darkness, and tears. On his bed The child lay dead.

II. There a man sat stolid, Stupefied and cold, Save when the lamp's flicker To poor love told Some mocking lie Of quivering eye, Or lip that said, "He is not dead."