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!—a word that human lips bestow On all that human hearts delight to know: On summer skies, and scenes that change as fast; On ocean calms, and faith as fit to last; On Life, from Love's own arms, that breaks away; On hopes that blind, and glories that decay!

And ever thus, 'farewell, farewell,' is said, As round the hills of lengthening time, we tread; As at each step, the winding ways unfold Some untried prospect which obscures the old;—