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GRAVE IN THE OCEAN

beams the sun the brightest

In the hours of sweet July?

Where falls the snow the lightest

From bleak December's sky?

Where can the weary lay his head,

And lay it soft the while;

In a grave that never shuts its dead

From heaven's benignant smile?

Upon the earth is sunlight;

Spring grass grows green and fair;

But beneath the earth is midnight—

Eternal midnight there.

Then why lament that those we love

Escape earth's dungeon tomb?

As if the flowers that blow above

Could charm its undergloom.

From morning's faintest dawning

Till evening's deepest shade,

Thou wilt not cease thy mourning

To know where she is laid.