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Thither where he lies buried! That single spot is the whole world to me. 's Wallenstein.

voice was in my soul! it call'd me on; O my lost friend! thy voice was in my soul: From the cold, faded world, whence thou art gone, To hear no more life's troubled billows roll, I come, I come!

Now speak to me again! we loved so well— We loved! oh! still, I know that still we love! I have left all things with thy dust to dwell, Through these dim aisles in dreams of thee to rove: This is my home!