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And away, like a flower's passing breath, 'tis gone, And I wake more sadly, more deeply lone! Oh! a haunted heart is a weight to bear,— Bright faces, kind voices! where are ye, where?

Shadow not forth, O thou land of dreams, The past, as it fled by my own blue streams! Make not my spirit within me burn For the scenes and the hours that may ne'er return!

Call out from the future thy visions bright, From the world o'er the grave, take thy solemn light, And oh! with the loved, whom no more I see, Show me my home, as it yet may be!

As it yet may be in some purer sphere, No cloud, no parting, no sleepless fear; So my soul may bear on through the long, long day, Till I go where the beautiful melts not away!