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The woods and the waters, the great winds of heaven, Sound on and for ever their grand solemn symphonies; The moon gleams with gladness,—the wakeful stars wander, With bright eyes of beauty, that ever beam pleasure; The sun scatters golden fire—bright rays of glory— Till proud glows the earth, graithed in harness from heaven; The fields flourish fragrant with summer flower blossoms; Time robs not the earth of its brightness and braveries, But he strips the lorn heart of the loves that it lived by. Oh! Dream of Life's early day, farewell for ever.

We have sought for the smiles that shed sunshine around us, For the voices that mingled mind-music with ours; For hearts whose roots grew where the roots of our own grew, While pulse sang to pulse the same lay of love-longing. In the fair forest firth, on the wide waste of waters, By brooks that gleam brightest, and banks that blush bravest,