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MISCE[?LAN EOUS POEMS. H.aply, thy hated beams renew The tear, that sleep had dried, And mourners, sick'ning' at their view, Remember who has died. Shine on in, other worlds ;' but, oh, Thou wilt not, canst not, see, 'Mid all the sons of men, below, One being like to me ! 139 Say, breathes there one, who, at this hour, Beholds thy glories shine, And owns thy strangely-thrilling power, With feelings such as'mine ? For I have view'd thee as a friend, And lov'd, at morn, or eve, Thy golden progress to attend, Thy first -last l�eceive. Thou, witness of my lonely dreams, Inspirer of my shell, Like Memnon's, answering to thy beams, Not yet--not yet farewell ! ......... byGoogle
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