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Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone

Not one of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy

Be silent in that solitude...

Which is not loneliness - for then

The spirit of the dead who stood

In life before thee - and there will

Shall overshadow thee be still

The night - tho' clear - shall frown

And the stars shall look down,

From their high thrones in the heaven,

With light like hope to mortals given

By thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee forever

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish

Now are visions ne'er to vanish

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more - like dew - drops from the grass

The breeze - the breath of God - is still

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy - shadowy - yet unbroken

Shadowy - shadowy - yet unbroken

"Over the mountains of the moon

Down the valley of the shadow ride, boldly ride

The shade replied - I am the spirit of the dead"

Is a symbol and a token

How it hands upon the trees

A mystery of mysteries

A mystery of mysteries...