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I reach'd my home - my home no more. For all had flown who made it so.

I pass'd from out its mossy door. And tho my tread was soft and low.

A voice came from the threshold stone of one whom I had earlier known.

O! I defy thee, Hell, to show, on beds of fire that burn below.

A humbler heart - A deeper woe. A humbler heart - a deeper woe.

Father I firmly do believe I know - for death, who comes for me

Hath left his iron gate ajar, and rays of truth you cannot see

Are flashing thro' eternity. I do believe that eblis hath a snare

In ev'ry human path. Else how. When in the holy grove I wandered of the idol, love, who daily scents his snowy wings with incense of burnt offerings from the most unpolluted things.

Father, I firmly do believe I know - for death, who comes for me.