REQUIESCAT°
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REQUIESCAT°
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! 5Her mirth the world required; She bathed it in smiles of glee. But her heart was tired, tired, And now they let her be. [p.71] Her life was turning, turning, 10 In mazes of heat and sound. But for peace her soul was yearning, And now peace laps her round. °13Her cabin'd,° ample spirit, It flutter'd and fail'd for breath 15To-night it doth inherit °16 The vasty° hall of death.