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When in the shadow of the tomb This heart shall rest, Oh! lay me where spring flowers bloom On earth's bright breast.

Oh! ne'er in vaulted chambers lay My lifeless form; Seek not of such mean, worthless prey To cheat the worm.

In this sweet city of the dead I fain would sleep, Where flowers may deck my narrow bed, And night dews weep.

But raise not the sepulchral stone To mark the spot; Enough, if by thy heart alone 'Tis ne'er forgot.