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Bethink thee of how many tears Must wash the stains away, That dim bright armour and proud brow, Before the close of day.

I think upon the lonely hearth, The desolated home, The fond hearts listening for the step That never more will come.

I think on the linked love of years, One moment hath undone; I gaze on yonder happy child, And weep the orphan one."

He met her sad eyes' sweet reproach, He caught each gentle word; The trumpet woke the winds again, But it passed by unheard. L. E. L.