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If there are ghosts to raise, What shall I call, Out of hell's murky haze, Heaven's blue pall? Raise my loved long-lost boy To lead me to his joy.-- There are no ghosts to raise; Out of death lead no ways; Vain is the call.
If there are ghosts to raise, What shall I call, Out of hell's murky haze, Heaven's blue pall? Raise my loved long-lost boy To lead me to his joy.-- There are no ghosts to raise; Out of death lead no ways; Vain is the call.