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many a day, in various hues array'd, Bright with gay sun-shine, or eclips'd with shade; How many an hour, on silent wing is past, O my lov'd brother! since we saw thee last! Since then has childhood ripen'd into youth, And Fancy's dreams have fled from sober truth; Her splendid fabricks melting into air, As sage Experience wav'd the wand of care! Yet still thine absence wakes the tender sigh, And the tear trembles in Affection's eye! When shall me meet again? with glowing ray Heart-soothing Hope illumes some future day; Checks the sad thought, beguiles the starting tear, And sings benignly still—that day is near! {{c|{{smaller|H}}