Let them sleep;
They earned this rest.
They lie in sanctuary now
At His behest.
No cruel word can reach
The muted ear;
No futile acrimony stir
One single tear.
The anxious stars
Are watching over them.
Low winds intone
An endless requiem.
These hushed and gone,
If only they could weep,
Would weep for you.
Let them sleep.
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