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Have ye not met ere now?—So let those trust, That meet for moments but to part for years, That weep, watch, pray, to hold back dust from dust, That love where love is but a fount of tears! Brother! sweet Sister!—peace around ye dwell! Lyre, Sword, and Flower, farewell!