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Flower! belike one day to have

A place upon thy Poet's grave,

I welcome thee once more:

But He, who was on land, at sea,

My Brother, too, in loving thee,

Although he loved more silently,

Sleeps by his native shore.

Ah! hopeful, hopeful was the day

When to that Ship he bent his way,

To govern and to guide:

His wish was gained: a little time

Would bring him back in manhood's prime,

And free for life, these hills to climb,

With all his wants supplied.