Ah, where my heart's vision gleams,
May I be blest.
O, Death, come take me by my hand
And lead me to my loved one's land,
From life distressed.
Alas, for Thee, long years I weep,
O sing me peacefully to sleep,
Gently caressed.
Then lay me at Beloved's feet
And with the dust, my form secrete,
There let me rest.
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