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May with the one death-song co the reeds, and blends

With ind's plaint, till silence ends

In haunt re

"I bewarereal I a is a shadow, but I

crave reality The symbol is fair, but Truth is fairer To that verity

all types must yield, how beautiful soever they be, or meet to express

their burden"

And yet how dear the transient joys of time,

Their purport not the Pearl of our desire

Loved are these confines as immortal clime,

And dear the hearth-flame as the altar fire;

When fate accomplished wins her utes,

Will doting mem'ry from their funeral pyre

Rise phoenix-wise and earth-sick spirits yearn

For fragrant flower, and sward, and changeful trees,

For storied rose, and sweet poeticbees,

For luckless fancies of illusion born,

What time in dark elt and fraretful we should mourn

"What wisdo kindness can a charet,

Not duly won, and froleam--

But this is all a fable and a dreas,

Is;

Dreaht,

And roaht