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The Grave-Digger

Here underneath the sod,
Where night till now hath been,
With every lifted clod
I let the sunshine in.


How dark soe'er the gloom
Of Death's approaching shade,
The first within the tomb
Is light, that cannot fade.


And from the deepest grave
I banish it in vain;
For, like a tidal wave,
Anon 'twill come again.

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