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Chapter 14 - (VERSO)

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Perchance he felt her toil-worn hand once more
In tender benediction as of yore
Rest its light touch upon his curly head
And her dear kiss when the “good-night” was said.
His pale lips move as Death’s dark shadows creep
And softly murmur, “Lay me down to sleep.”
A shuddering breath – a sigh – his spirit fled
To that far land where pain and grief are dead,
Where glory sleeps upon a tideless shore
And Earth’s dark vapours dim our eyes no more.

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TEXT ANNOTATION

The final lines of "The Last Prayer."