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The Last Furrow

The Spirit of Earth, with still restoring hands,

'Mid ruin moves, in glimmering chasm gropes,

And mosses mantle and the bright flower opes;

But Death the Ploughman wanders in all lands,

And to the last of Earth his furrow stands.

The grave is never hidden; fearful hopes

Follow the dead upon the fading slopes,

And there wild memories meet upon the sands.

When willows fling their banners to the plain,

When rumor of winds and sound of sudden showers 31