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more! a harp-string's deep and breaking tone, A last low summer breeze, a far-off swell, A dying echo of rich music gone, Breathe through those words—those murmurs of farewell— No more!

To dwell in peace, with home-affections bound, To know the sweetness of a mother's voice, To feel the spirit of her love around, And in the blessing of her eye rejoice— No more!

A dirge-like sound! to greet the early friend Unto the hearth, his place of many days;