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'Twill fade, the radiant dream! and will she not Wake with more painful yearning at her heart? Will not her home seem yet a lonelier spot, Her task more sad, when those bright shadows part? And the green summer after them look dim, And sorrow's tone be in the bird's wild hymn?

But let her hope be strong, and let the dead Visit her soul in heaven's calm beauty still, Be their names uttered, be their memory spread Yet round the place they never more may fill! All is not over with earth's broken tie— Where, where should sisters love, if not on high?