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POEMS.
Then breathe not a sigh, though the years passing by
From thy form rob the grace, steal the light from thine eye;
Though Time on thy brow leave the traces of care,
And his fingers silver threads twine in thy hair.
From thy form rob the grace, steal the light from thine eye;
Though Time on thy brow leave the traces of care,
And his fingers silver threads twine in thy hair.
No cloud on the spirit, no tear on the cheek,
A peace in the soul which the lips cannot speak;
With faces all radiant, beaming and bright,
Thus kindred hearts greet in the fair land of light.
A peace in the soul which the lips cannot speak;
With faces all radiant, beaming and bright,
Thus kindred hearts greet in the fair land of light.
Hark! voices are telling of bloom that fades never—
And sweet visions come of a blissful forever.
O! home of eternal youth, holy and free,
Heaven grant all at last may find shelter in thee.
And sweet visions come of a blissful forever.
O! home of eternal youth, holy and free,
Heaven grant all at last may find shelter in thee.
