L' Envoi

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

　　

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Ye voices, that aroseAfter the Evening's close,And whispered to my restless heart repose!Go, breathe it in the earOf all who doubt and fear,And say to them, "Be of good cheer!"Ye sounds, so low and calm,That in the groves of balmSeemed to me like an angel's psalm!Go, mingle yet once moreWith the perpetual roarOf the pine forest dark and hoar!Tongues of the dead, not lostBut speaking from deaths frost,Like fiery tongues at Pentecost!Glimmer, as funeral lamps,Amid the chills and dampsOf the vast plain where Death encamps!

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