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88 It is the lot of mortals
 * To feel the weight of woe.

If we would wear the crown in heaven
 * We must bear the cross below.

I know some day we all will meet
 * Where Sorrow cannot blight,

And in the radiant morning
 * We’ll forget the darksome night.

And so I sit here dreaming
 * In the calm and quiet night,

Of the sad, sweet memories of the past
 * And the future, fair and bright.

Then softly doth Oblivion draw
 * Her mystic veil between,

And shuts out the haunting memories
 * Of that happy Hallowe’en.