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tears for thee!—though light be from us gone With thy soul's radiance, bright, yet restless one! No tears for thee! They that have loved an exile, must not mourn To see him parting for his native bourne O'er the dark sea.

All the high music of thy spirit here, Breathed but the language of another sphere, Unechoed round;