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...sweet-wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is...grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their heart's sad story — Weep for the voiceless, who have known The cross without the crown of glory!...