We've listed to the whispering breeze

That's wafted o'er the trembling trees,

And seemed to hear the voices sweet

Of loved ones now we ne'er can meet

Till earthly night shall pass away—

Supplanted by immortal day!

And thus in retrospective mood,

Alone with Nature's solitude

In some secluded sylvan dell,

Her myriad voices float and swell

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And flitting shadows softly tell

Of dear ones lost—yet loved so well!

Then to the sunny home where dwelt—

(Ere yet the envious tyrant dealt

The blow that blighted hopes have felt)—

Fond fancy wanders, and can see

Once happy scenes that ne'er can be

Lost in thy shades, O Memory!

But those to us so cruelly denied

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