  Dear earth, I am going away to-night From your long-loved hills and your meadows bright; I know I should miss you when I am dead If a better world came not in your stead. For the sweet, long days in your woodlands spent, And your starry dusks, I shall not lament; For greater than all the wonders you show, O earth, is the secret I soon shall know. Good night! And now as I fall asleep I give you the garment I wore to keep; You will hold it safely till morning dawn And I rise from my slumber to put it on. |
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