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THE CHAMBER OF REST.
And the curtains cling damply, all covered with mould,
In that, my last Chamber of Rest.
In that, my last Chamber of Rest.
But though long on my eyelids the death-slumber lies,
I shall wake to a happiness blest,
If the bright morning-angel who bids me arise
Have the dear loving voice, and the dewy blue eyes
Which woke me that morn with a joyful surprise,
In the Beautiful Chamber of Rest!
I shall wake to a happiness blest,
If the bright morning-angel who bids me arise
Have the dear loving voice, and the dewy blue eyes
Which woke me that morn with a joyful surprise,
In the Beautiful Chamber of Rest!
