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 Who came a welcomer in Herald's Guise, Singing of Glory, and Futurity, To wander back on such unhealthful road, Plucking the poisons of self-harm! And ill Such Intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths Strew'd before thy advancing!

Nor do thou, Sage Bard! impair the memory of that hour Of thy communion with my nobler mind By Pity or Grief, already felt too long! Nor let my words import more blame than needs. The tumult rose and ceas'd: for Peace is nigh Where wisdom's voice has found a listening heart. Amid the howl of more than wintry storms, The Halcyon hears the voice of vernal Hours Already on the wing!

Eve following Eve, Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense of Home Is sweetest! moments for their own sake hail'd And more desired, more precious for thy song,