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The voices of that chainless host With joy shall fill thy soul.

In the silence of the midnight I journey with the dead, Where the arrows of my father's bow Their falcon flight have sped.

I have left the spoiler's dwellings, For evermore, behind; Unmingled with their household sounds, For me shall sweep the wind.

Alone, amidst their hearth-fires, I watch'd my child's decay, Uncheer'd, I saw the spirit-light From his young eyes fade away.

When his head sank on my bosom, When the death-sleep o'er him fell,