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| SERVANT of the eternal Must | |
| I lie here, here let me lie, | |
| In the ashes and the dust, | |
| Dreaming, dreaming pleasantly. | |
| When I lived I sought no wings, | 5 |
| Schemed no heaven, plann’d no hell, | |
| But, content with little things, | |
| Made an earth, and it was well. | |
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| Song and laughter, food and wine, | |
| Roses, roses red and white, | 10 |
| And a star or two to shine | |
| On my dewy world at night. | |
| Lord, what more could I desire? | |
| With my little heart of clay | |
| I have lit no eternal fire | 15 |
| To burn my dreams on Judgement Day! | |
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| Well I loved, but they who knew | |
| What my laughing heart could be, | |
| What my singing lips could do, | |
| Lie a-dreaming here with me. | 20 |
| I can feel their finger-tips | |
| Stroke the darkness from my face, | |
| And the music of their lips | |
| Fills my pleasant resting-place | |
| In the ashes and the dust, | 25 |
| Where I wonder as I lie, | |
| Servant of the eternal Must, | |
| Dreaming, dreaming pleasantly. | |
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