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Take our message to thy breast, Let us on thy pillow rest, From blest clime, and seraph song, We will not detain thee long, For Earth's most protracted day Like our blossom fleets away, Friend to us, and Nature's smile, Only for a little while Come back to us.

 

name hath power like magic. Back it brings The earliest pictures hung in Memory s halls, Tinting them freshly o'er:—the rugged cliff, The towering trees, the wintry walk to school, The page so often conn'd, the needle's task Achiev'd with weariness, the hour of sport Well earn'd and dearly priz'd, the sparkling brook Making its slight cascade, the darker rush Of the pent river thro' its rocky pass, Our violet-gatherings 'mid the vernal banks, When our young hearts did ope their chrystal gates To every simple joy. I little deem'd 'Mid all that gay and gentle fellowship That Asia's sun would beam upon thy grave, Tho' even then, from thy dark, serious eye 