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hast been rear'd too tenderly, Belov'd too well and long, Watch'd by too many a gentle eye: Now look on life—be strong!

Too quiet seem'd thy joys for change, Too holy and too deep; Bright clouds, thro' summer skies that range, Seem oft times thus to sleep;

To sleep, in silvery stillness bound, As things that ne'er may melt: Yet gaze again—no trace is found To show thee where they dwelt.

This world hath no more love to give Like that which thou hast known; Yet the heart breaks not—we survive Our treasures—and bear on.