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journey neath the summer sky, A lov'd and loving train, But Nature spreads her genial charms To lure their souls in vain, Husband and wife and child are there, Warm-hearted, true and kind, Yet every kindred lip is seal'd,    And every head declin'd.

Weary and sad, their course is bent To seek an ancient dome, Where hospitality hath made A long-remember'd home; And one with mournful care they bring Whose footstep erst was gay Amid these halls; why comes she now In sorrow's dark array?

Here fell a sainted grandsire's prayer Upon her infant rest, And with the love of ripen'd years The cherish'd haunt was blest; Here was the talisman that bade Her heart's blood sparkle high, Why steals no flush across her cheek? No lightning to her eye?

They bear her to the house of God, But though that hallow'd spot Is fill'd with prayer from lips she lov'd    Her voice respondeth not,