The Last Opinion

Death did a wondrous thing for him,
As cold, and clothed in white,
And blind, and mute, and motionless,
It held him plain in sight.

For then we saw no fault in him;
We blamed ourselves and said:
" We were mistaken . " One by one
We rose, and praised the dead!

Death did a wondrous thing for him,
As cold, and clothed in white,
And blind, and mute, and motionless,
It held him plain in sight.

For then we saw no fault in him;
We blamed ourselves and said:
" We were mistaken . " One by one
We rose, and praised the dead!
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