And friends, dear friends,–when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, \”Not a tear must o’er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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And friends, dear friends,–when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, \”Not a tear must o’er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning