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Whom most he loved on earth, and think'st thou not That love e'en yet shall bring his spirit near While thus we hold communion?

Yes, I feel Its breathing influence whilst I look on thee, Who wert its light in life. Yet will we not Make womanish tears our offering on his tomb; He shall have nobler tribute!—I must hence, But thou shalt soon hear more. Await the time. [Exeunt separately.

There is a shadow far within your eye, Which hath of late been deepening. You were wont Upon the clearness of your open brow To wear a brighter spirit, shedding round Joy, like our southern sun. It is not well, If some dark thought be gathering o'er your soul, To hide it from affection. Why is this. My Raimond, why is this?

Oh! from the dreams Of youth, sweet Constance, hath not manhood still A wild and stormy wakening?—They depart, Light after light, our glorious visions fade, The vaguely beautiful! till earth, unveil'd Lies pale around; and life's realities Press on the soul, from its unfathom'd depth