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My Days Among the Dead are Passed
My days among the Dead are passed;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.
With them I take delight in weal,
And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedewed
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
My thoughts are with the Dead;
With them I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love,their faults condemn
Partake their hopes and fear;
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.
My hopes are with the Dead,anon
My place with them will be,
And I with them shall travel on
Through all futurity;
Yet leaving here a name,I trust
That will not perish in the dust.