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"'I am going there now!'—

There was light on his brow:

Then up to the skies

He lifted his eyes,

With a bright sweet smile

On his face the while.

One struggling breath,

And the hand of death

Had broken the chain

Of his grief and pain;

And the soul had fled

From the silent dead,

And free as the lark,

And above the dark,

And above the cloud

And the toiling crowd,

Had entered the rest

Of the good and blest."