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But lo ! the phantoms fade in flight, Like fears that cross the mind,

Like meteor< gleaming through the night. Like thunders on the wind.

The vision of the tomb is past ;

Beyond it, wlio can tell In what mysterious region cast

Immortal spirits dwell ?

I know not, but I soon shall know. When life's sore conflicts cease,

When this desponding heart lies low, And I shall rest in peace.

For see, on Death's bewildering wave.

The rainbow Hope arise, A bridge of glory o'er the grave.

That bends beyond the skies.

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