Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DEAD, by ERNST STOCKMANN

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THE DEAD, by            
First Line: How they so softly rest
Last Line: Calls them, they slumber!
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The

How they so softly rest,
All they the holy ones,
Unto whose dwelling-place
Now doth my soul draw near!
How they so softly rest,
All in their silent graves,
Deep to corruption
Slowly don-sinking!

And they no longer weep,
Here, where complaint is still!
And they no longer feel,
Here, where all gladness flies!
And, by the cypresses
Softly o'ershadowed
Until the Angel
Calls them, they slumber!

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