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Oh! blest are they who live and die like "him," Loved with such love, and with such sorrow mourn'd!

hung drooping from on high In a dim cathedral's nave, Making a gorgeous canopy O'er a noble, noble grave!

And a marble warrior's form beneath, With helm and crest array'd, As on his battle bed of death, Lay in their crimson shade.