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Many an eye May wail the dimming of our shining star. .

voice hath ceased!— Mournfully, reverently—the funeral chant Breathe reverently!—There is a dreamy sound, A hollow murmur of the dying year, In the deep woods:—Let it be wild and sad! A more Æolian melancholy tone Than ever wail'd o'er bright things perishing! For that is passing from the darken'd land, Which the green Summer will not bring us back— Though all her songs return.—The funeral chant Breathe reverently!—They bear the mighty forth, The kingly ruler in the realms of mind— They bear him through the household paths, the groves, Where every tree had music of its own To his quick ear of Knowledge taught by Love— And he is silent!—Past the living stream They bear him now; the stream, whose kindly voice