<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weep Not For Him That Dieth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WEEP not for him that dieth-- <br>For he sleeps, and is at rest; <br>And the couch whereon he lieth <br>Is the green earth's quiet breast: <br>But weep for him who pineth <br>On a far land's hateful shore, <br>Who wearily declineth <br>Where ye see his face no more! <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not for him that dieth, <br>For friends are round his bed, <br>And many a young lip sigheth <br>When they name the early dead; <br>But weep for him that liveth <br>Where none will know or care, <br>When the groan his faint heart giveth <br>Is the last sigh of despair. <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not for him that dieth, <br>For his struggling soul is free, <br>And the world from which it flieth <br>Is a world of misery; <br>But weep for him that weareth <br>The captive's galling chain: <br>To the agony he beareth, <br>Death were but little pain. <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not for him that dieth, <br>For he hath ceased from tears, <br>And a voice to his replieth <br>Which he hath not heard for years; <br>But weep for him who weepeth <br>On that cold land's cruel shore-- <br>Blest, blest is he that sleepeth,-- <br>Weep for the dead no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354053" data-title="Weep Not For Him That Dieth de Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton" data-description="I. WEEP not for him that dieth-- For he sleeps, and is at rest; And the couch whereon he lieth Is the green earth's quiet breast: But weep for him who pineth On a far land's hateful shore, Who wearily declineth Where ye see his face no mor..."></div> </div> </div>

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