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them not!—tho' now their name Be but a mournful sound, Tho' by the hearth its utterance claim A stillness round.

Tho' for their sakes this earth no more As it hath been may be, And shadows, never marked before, Brood o'er each tree;

And tho' their image dim the sky, Yet, yet forget them not! Nor, where their love and life went by, Forsake the spot!

They have a breathing influence there, A charm, not elsewhere found; Sad—yet it sanctifies the air, The stream—the ground.