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Nature that gave him to mankind, not long

Endures his absence from her ravished breast;

Sick for the love of what she looks upon,

She opes her veins to engulf him to sweet rest:

Now the keen chords of love, with thrilling touch,

Tremble intense music all along thy wings;

Now thou dost all pervade, and hallow such

As thought of joyance, and of beauty brings:

Swell now the thronging harmonies that roll

The breath of love and beauty through the soul!

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XXVI.

I will not mourn thee; when thou art not here,

Yet is thy influence present to my heart;

I will not moisten more wet memory’s bier,

Only some flowers shall play my saddening part;

Full well I know that, bursting distance’s chains,

A guardian angel, thou’lt attend my ways;

And I shall hear thee in the loftiest strains


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