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I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay |
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and pensively 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 cause 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 my 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 lead me through scenes most severe |
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has kindly assisted me home" |
