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A Monody.
I.
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
Some gentle flower
Or leaf gives way
Within the bower
Of human hearts;
Tear after tear
In anguish starts,
For, green or sere,
Some loved leaf parts
From the arbère
Of human hearts;—
The keen winds blow;
Rain, hail and snow
Fall everywhere!
And one by one,
As life's sands run,
These loved things fare
