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Rh  Eye of the dead! with guardian ray
 * Like star amid the arch of night,

Still deign to guide my pilgrim-way
 * To realms of uncreated light.

 

healer droops,—no more his skill
 * May ease the sufferer's moan,—

The hand that sooth'd another's pang,
 * Sinks powerless neath its own;

The Teacher dies;—he came to plant
 * Deep in a heathen soil,

The germ of everlasting life,
 * He faints amid the toil.

There was a vision of the Sea,
 * That pain'd his dying strife,

Why stole that vision o'er his soul,
 * Thus 'mid the wreck of life?

A form, by holiest love endear'd
 * There rode the billowy crest,

And tenderly his pallid boys
 * Were folded to her breast.

Then rose the long remember'd scenes
 * Of his far, native bowers,

The white-spir'd church, the mother's hymn,
 * And boyhood's clustering flowers,

And strong that country of his heart,
 * The green and glorious West,

Shar'd in the parting throb of love
 * That shook the dying breast.

