Her spirit sits aloof, and high, Altho' it looks thro' her soft eye Sweetly and tenderly.
Her breath caught with short plucks and fast:— Then one hot choking strain. She never breathed again:
All knowledge hath taught me, All sorrow hath brought me, Are smothered sighs That pleasure lies
Silence was speaking at my side, With an exceedingly clear voice, I knew the calm as of a choice, Made in God for me, to abide.
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