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The Lamps Are Lit, The Fires Burn Bright. The House Is Full Of Life And Light.

Take Them, O Death! And Bear Away Whatever Thou Canst Call Thine Own! Thine Image, Stamped Upon This Clay, Doth Give Thee That, But That Alone!

All Was Silent As Before - All Silent Save The Dripping Rain.

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.

Fear Is The Virtue Of Slaves; But The Heart That Loveth Is Willing.