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...perished, Weary with the march of life ! " They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly. Spake with us on earth no mure." Uhland's lines run thus : — • When I crossed o'er this ferry last Two friends with me the...