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... narrow bed Which never dream of glory knew 1 Wail for the nightly spirit flown, The generous bosom still'd for aye— The arm of terror feebler grown Thau worms which gorge it as their prey Wail for the dead I Wail for the dead—but mix, for in Who dies on conquest- golden verge, A tone rapture in the hymn— A note triumph the dirge ; For him'eartb's sweetest sounds arise, peal nlour's closing ...