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SCENE IV.

The pale stars are gone! For the sun, their swift shepherd, To their folds them compelling, In the depths of the dawn, Hastes, in meteor-eclipsing array, and they flee Beyond his blue dwelling, As fawns flee the leopard. But where are ye?

Here, oh, here: We bear the bier Of the Father of many a cancelled year!