Coronach, or Death-Wail
Charles Mackay
1814 to 1889
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From the darksome pail,
His soul hath fled
Dead! Dead!
O’er the narrow stone;
To beam upon our sorrow!
Forbear for awhile repining?
For the soul in glory shining!
Yet how can those
Who have seen his close
Wail! Wail!
Wail! Wail!
As ye heap the clod above him:
And a star hath set for ever!
Which no returning morrow
O'er his dwelling lone,
His spirit hath fled.
Though our tears be vain,
Shall ever call
Dead! Dead!
Body and soul must sever!
From the hearts that lived to love him!
Moan! Moan!
Moan! Moan!
For a sun hath set,
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