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AFTER A DEATH. 203
There are fresh gaps around the hearth,
Old places left unfilled, And young lives quenched before the old,
And the love of old hearts chilled : |
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Dear voices and dear faces missed, Sweet households overthrown,
And what is left more sad to see Than the sight of what has gone.
All this is to be sanctified, This rupture with the past;
For thus we die before our deaths, And so die well at last. |
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