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' We cannot part the curtain of the Future, 



We cannot tell what lies beyond the veil; 

 We only hope the love of friendly creature 

 On other shores may evermore avail. 



"So, little friend, we lay thee down at sunset, 

 As fading beams play softly on thy breast ; 

 About thy weary head we strew the flowerets; 

 We leave thee to a calm and perfect rest. 



" The singing birds will be thy boon companions, 

 The lilies fair shall bloom beside thy grave; 

 The silver sea will chant its solemn stanions 

 For thy young life so gentle, pure and 

 brave." 







