III

Slumber dark and deep

Falls across my life;

I will put to sleep

Hope, desire, and strife.

All things pass away,

Good and evil seem

To my soul to-day

Nothing but a dream;

I a cradle laid

In a hollow cave,

By a great hand swayed:

Silence, like the grave.

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