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The air of death breathes through our souls, The dead all round us lie; By day and night the death-bell tolls, And says, “Prepare to die!” The loving ones we love the best, Like music all are gone! And the wan moonlight bathes in rest Their monumental stone. But not when the death-prayer is said, The life of life departs; The body in the grave is laid, Its beauty in our hearts.
The air of death breathes through our souls, The dead all round us lie; By day and night the death-bell tolls, And says, “Prepare to die!” The loving ones we love the best, Like music all are gone! And the wan moonlight bathes in rest Their monumental stone. But not when the death-prayer is said, The life of life departs; The body in the grave is laid, Its beauty in our hearts.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- Professor Wilson (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 174 · printed citation: Professor Wilson · subject: DEATH
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