Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
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Source Notes: Source: ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, To J. S. [James Spedding], stanzas 1819, The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, p. 78 .
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (August 6, 1809 October 6, 1892) was one of the most popular English poets of his time.
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