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And not one gentle whispering wave, will tell the place to me.
But though unseen by human eyes, and mortals know it not.
His Father knoweth where he lies, and angels guard the spot.
No willows weep, no scented flowers bloom o'er the sailors grave.
No emblem left of him who sleeps, beneath the silent waves.
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