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chord, the harp's full chord is hushed, The voice hath died away, Whence music, like sweet waters, gushed, But yesterday.

The wakening note, the breeze-like swell, The full o'ersweeping tone, The sounds that sighed "Farewell! farewell!" Are gone—all gone.

The love, whose burning spirit passed With the rich measure's flow, The grief to which it sank at last,— Where are they now?