Peace, Peace To Him That's Gone!
By Thomas Moore
When I am dead. Then lay my head In some lone, distant dell, Where voices ne'er Shall stir the air, Or break its silent spell. If any sound Be heard around, Let the sweet bird alone, That weeps in song, Sing all night long, "Peace, peace, to him that's gone!" Yet, oh, were mine One sigh of thine, One pitying word from thee, Like gleams of heaven, To sinners given, Would be that word to me. Howe'er unblest, My shade would rest While listening to that tone;-- Enough 'twould be To hear from thee, "Peace, peace, to him that gone."
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