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Ye smile to view fair faces bloom Where the father's board is spread; I see the stillness and the gloom Of a home whence all are fled.

I see the wither'd garlands lie Forsaken on the earth, While the lamps yet burn, and the dancers fly Through the ringing hall of mirth.

I see the blood-red future stain On the warrior's gorgeous crest; And the bier amidst the bridal train When they come with roses drest.

I hear the still small moan of Time, Through the ivy branches made, Where the palace, in its glory's prime, With the sunshine stands array'd.