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 "If I thus early go to the grave, Well, in the grave is rest!" The answering voice confessed: "In the grave is rest!"

Slowly adown the rider's cheek A tear of sad thought fell: "If but in the grave there is rest for me, For me in the grave 'tis well!" Whereto the echoing knell: "In the grave 'tis well!"

many thousand ages The steadfast stars above Have gazed upon each other With ever-mournful love.

They speak a certain language, So beautiful, so grand, Which none of the philologians Could ever understand.

But I have learned it, learned it For ever, by the grace Of studying one grammar, My heart's own darling's face.