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dressed as

quietly as

I could,

looked

into his

room. He

was fast

asleep;

lying,

easily,

with his

head upon

his arm,

as I had

often seen

him lie at

school.

The time

came in

its

season,

and that

was very

soon, when

I almost

wondered

that

nothing

troubled

his

repose, as

I looked

at him.

But he

slept—let

me think

of him so

again—as I

had often

seen him

sleep at

school;

and thus,

in this

silent

hour, I

left him.

—Never

more, oh

God