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I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay |
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And patiently stood by his tomb |
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When in a low whisper I heard something say: |
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How sweetly I sleep here alone. |
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The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar |
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And gathering storms may arise |
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But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul |
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The tears are all wiped from my eyes. |
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The call of my master compelled me from home |
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No kindred or relative nigh |
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I met the contagion and sank to the tomb |
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My soul flew to mansions on high. |
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Go tell my companion and children most dear |
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To weep not for me now I'm gone |
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The same hand that led me through seas most severe |
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Has kindly assisted me home. |
