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AT HANS ANDERSEN'S FUNERAL.
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Did a dead man ever lift his head from its place in the coffin yet,
    Do you think, to bow to the king?

'But could he not see him up in Heaven?" I never was there, you know;
    But Heaven is too far, I fear,
For the ermine, and purple, and gold, that make up the king, to show
    So bravely as they do here.

But he saw the tears of the peasant-child, by the beautiful light he took
    From the earth in his close-shut eyes;
For tears are the sweetest of all the things we shall see, when we come to look
    From the windows of the skies.