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40 There—hand-in-hand we tread again

The mazes of this varying wood,

And soon, amid a cultured plain,

Girt in with fertile solitude,

We shall our resting-place descry,

Marked by one roof-tree, towering high

Above a farmstead rude.

Refreshed, erelong, with rustic fare,

We'll seek a couch of dreamless ease;

Courage will guard thy heart from fear,

And Love give mine divinest peace:

To-morrow brings more dangerous toil,

And through its conflict and turmoil

We'll pass, as God shall please.

A DEATH-SCENE.

"! he cannot die

When thou so fair art shining!

O Sun, in such a glorious sky,

So tranquilly declining;