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Stop sounding in my soul just for a little while and let me sleep,Resting my head on the breast of silence;"but the rhythmic roll of a thousand songs swept on and on,and a far voice said" When thou art dead Thy restless heart shall rest."And the songs will never let me sleep,I plead with them; But o'er the deep they sill will roll on,and on,and on,their music never gone.AH!World-tired soul!Just for a little while,Just like a poor,tired child Beneath its mother's smile,--Only to fall asleep!silence!be mother to me!But--NO!NO!NO!The waves will be ebb and flow.I wonder is it best to never,never rest down on the shores of this strange Below?