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 Then from the flute, untouched by hands,

There came a low, harmonious breath:

"For such as he there is no death;—

His life the eternal life commands;

Above man's aims his nature rose:

The wisdom of a just content

Made one small spot a continent,

And tuned to poetry life's prose.

"Haunting the hills, the stream, the wild,

Swallow and aster, lake and pine,

To him grew human or divine,—

Fit mates for this large-hearted child

Such homage Nature ne'er forgets,

And yearly on the coverlid

'Neath which her darling lieth hid

Will write his name in violets.