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Some sleep under the sighing pine,
And some sleep under the snow;
Some where flowers toss and twine,
And some where oceans flow.
Some where the glacier growls and grinds,
And some 'neath the cool, green sod;
But all sleep the same sleep, and waking finds
Each one in the arms of God.
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