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52    There, on couch of moss reclining, Long they watched the Souls and Shadows, Thronging past in countless numbers, Turning gentle eyes upon them, Wearing each a smile of gladness, Giving looks of love and welcome. All remembrance of the sorrows, Of the troubles and the sadness In the old life of the mortals, Had been swept from out their mem'ries By the fierce and stormy waters. And no voice of lamentation, And no words of pain or anguish, And no bitter cry of parting, Broke the peaceful stillness round them.

When the actions in the old life Had been cruel, false, and selfish, And the beating of the storm waves Could not wash away their traces From the memories of the Shadows,