XXXIII.
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REQUIEM.
Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away.
One little maid from playmates, One little mind from school, — There must be guests in Eden; All the rooms are full.
Far as the east from even, Dim as the border star, — Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms, Our departed are.