Then I played the help-tune of our reapers, their wine-song, when hand
Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, and great hearts expand50
And grow one in the sense of this world's life.-And then, the last song
When the dead man is praised on his journey-"Bear, bear him along,
With his few faults shut up like dead flowerets! Ar
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