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There was a shadow on their mirth; A vacant place is by their hearth, When at the purple evening's close Around its firelight gathered those With whom her youth's sweet course had run, Wept, for the lost, the altered one! She was so beautiful, so dear, All that the heart holds precious here! A skylark voice, whose lightest sound So glad made evey heart-pulse bound! 'Twas a fair sight to see her glide A constant shadow by the side Of her old Father! At day-rise, With light feet and with sunny eyes, Busy within: and then, at times, Singing old snatches of wild rhymes