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Soft music bring that seems to weep All this dull sorrow of the soul; Vague music soft to utter sleep, Sleep and undying dole: Forgetting not—forgotten most— How love is well though lost.

So weary, oh! and yet so fain In silent service of the heart; Still feeling if it be in vain Love's spirit hath His part; And if in death God grant the rest Life were but kind at best.