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Tread softly: this is hallowed ground;
Come with a noiseless tread
For underneath this lonely mound
A brave true heart lies dead.
A brave true heart as ever beat
In mortal breast lies here
Let us sit down awhile and weep
O'er his lone grave so dear.
Yes weep; but not for his dear sake,
Who sleeps so peacefully -
They who sleep calmly in their graves
Are better off than we.
And here he lies insensible
Alike to pain or mirth:
Ah, how much valor when he died
And virtue fled from earth.
His sufferings were terrible,
Before he went to sleep,
But he will never suffer more
His slumber is so deep.
O, never bitterer tears were wept,
Than those I shed for him
His dark eyes once were bright with joy,
But sorrow made them dim.
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