Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

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