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them not! though now their name Be but a mournful sound, Though by the hearth its utterance claim A stillness round:

Though for their sake this earth no more As it hath been, may be, And shadows, never marked before, Brood o'er each tree:

And though their image dim the sky, Yet, yet, forget them not! Nor, where their love and life went by, Forsake the spot!