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 ODE TO GOD 239

Where, with the warmth of life's first youth, Old friends may yet shake hands once more ?

None ? Then farewell ! Yet let my speech

Seem not presumptuous nor profane ; Nor deem that selfishness can teach

My heart to wish thee back again.

Yet, as the sailor's faithful hand

Drags a few stones, with tears besprent,

And builds, upon some barren strand, To friendship a rude monument :

So I, who mourned thy loss full long. Lone wandering where the sea of time

Sweeps drearier shores, now build in song This humble monument of rhyme.

��ODE TO GOD,

AS HE APPEARS TO THE CHILD, AS HE RECEDES FROM THE

YOUTH, AND AS HE RETURNS TO THE MAN.

Where shall I look for thee, since now no more

I see thee in man's likeness. Great Unknown ? Each day I'm floating farther from the shore Of my fair land of dreams ; life's Spring is o'er, And thou art gone.

Ah, once from the blue waves how glowing bright

Thy face uprose in yon fair orb of day ! And on the hill-top, with approaching night, I saw thy parting smile in reddening light Melt slow away.

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