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thee to die, thou sun!—My boyhood's dream Was this; and now my spirit, with thy beam, Ebbs from a field of victory!—yet the hour Bears back upon me, with a torrent's power, Nature's deep longings:—Oh! for some kind eye, Wherein to meet love's fervent farewell gaze; Some breast to pillow life's last agony, Some voice, to speak of hope and brighter days,