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Low lies the stately head,— Earth-bound the free; How gave those haughty dead A place to thee?

Slumberer! thine early bier Friends should have crown'd, Many a flower and tear Shedding around.

Soft voices, clear and young, Mingling their swell, Should o'er thy dust have sung Earth's last farewell.

Sisters, above the grave Of thy repose, Should have bid violets wave With the white rose.