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    Hush, little baby, don't you cry You know your mama was born to die All my trials, Lord, soon be over River of Jordan is muddy and cold Well, it chills the body, but not the soul All my trials, Lord, soon be over I've got a little book with pages three And every page spells, "Liberty" All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over If living were a thing that money could buy You know the rich would live and the poor would die All my trials, Lord, soon be over There grows a tree in Paradise And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over All my trials, Lord, soon be over
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    Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone -- Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy: Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness -- for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee -- and their will Shall then overshadow thee: be still. For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown -- And the stars shall look not down, From their high thrones in the Heaven, With light like Hope to mortals given -- But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever : Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish -- Now are visions ne'er to vanish -- From thy spirit shall they pass No more -- like dew-drop from the grass: The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still -- And the mist upon the hill Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token -- How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! --
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