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" It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. 7 Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life... "
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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Volume 43

1844 - 454 pages
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose....
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 16

1840 - 576 pages
...once more, How in the crave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose....
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 7

1841 - 744 pages
...once more, How in her grave she lies, And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose....
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The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pages
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyeg. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose....
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The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Volume 19

1856 - 1026 pages
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose....
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Ballads and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 pages
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose....
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The Monthly Review

1842 - 610 pages
...once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done Has earned a night's repose....
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Perennial Flowers

1843 - 184 pages
...lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyes. Toiling — rej oicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,...
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United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Volume 13

1843 - 708 pages
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose....
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Readings in American Poetry

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 pages
...grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. SUNSET IN SEPTEMBER. S3 Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted— something done, Has earn'da night's repose....
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