Was his calm and peaceful breath,
As with quivering feet
His light heart-beat
Fled to the realms of death.
That moment stirred the forest's soul,
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And it heaved a wavy sigh.
From the trees and the ground
And from all around
Was heard a sad and wondrous sound
Like a plaintive melody.
Spirits the living must not see
Rose from each shadowy nook,
And God above,
In his arms of love,
The homeless wanderer took.
W. P. E.