They sing their songs, it seems,
With better heart than I.
Hush--I can hear Death sing--
"_Here is my sting_."
And the Grave echo--"_See,
Here is my victory_"

To-night the heavens bend
A little nearer.
The singer is my friend,
And I--at last--the hearer.
No more to sing alone
A song unknown,--
Hush--very tense and thin,
The dawn-like notes begin.


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