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142 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. But thou thy splendours still shalt lead Across thy native skies, Bright as before--and who shall heed, When one so lonely dies ? Yet shall I live, when thou, oh Sun, With every subject world, . Thy transitory uses done, Shalt be to ruin hurPd. Once more farewell! Another day, To all, or dark or glad, Fleets with thy vanish'd orb away,. And am I pleas'd or sad .? I know not. All my soul to speak, Vain words their aid deny; But, oh, the smile is on my cheek, The tear is in mine eye ! ......... ?Google