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And thy bowers are fair—even as Eden fair; All the beloved of my soul are there! The forms my spirit most pines to see, The eyes, whose love hath been life to me:

They are there,—and each blessed voice I hear, Kindly, and joyous, and silvery clear; But under-tones are in each, that say,— "It is but a dream; it will melt away!"

I walk with sweet friends in the sunset's glow; I listen to music of long ago; But one thought, like an omen, breathes faint through the lay,— "It is but a dream; it will melt away!"

I sit by the hearth of my early days; All the home-faces are met by the blaze,— And the eyes of the mother shine soft, yet say, "It is but a dream; it will melt away!"