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The breezy music wandering There through the Elysian sky, Hath no deep tone that seems to float From a happier time gone by:

And there the day's last crimson Gives no sad memories birth; No thought of dead or distant friends, Or partings—as on earth.

Yet fearfully and mournfully Thou bidd'st that earth farewell, Although thou'rt passing, loveliest one, In a brighter land to dwell.

A land where all is deathless— The sunny wave's repose, The wood, with its rich melodies, The summer and the rose.