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XVII.

THOU Comest, much wept for such a breeze Compell'd thy canvas, and my prayer

Was as the whisper of an air To breathe thee over lonely seas.

For I in spirit saw thee move

Thro' circles of the bounding sky; Week after week: the days go by : Come quick, thou bringest all I love.

Henceforth, wherever thou may'st roam,
My blessing, like a line of light,

Is on the waters day and night,
And like a beacon guards thee home.

So may

whatever tempest mars

Mid-ocean, spare thee, sacred bark ;

And balmy drops in summer dark

Slide from the bosom of the stars.

So kind an office hath been done,

Such precious relics brought by thee;

The dust of him I shall not see

Till all my widow'd race be run.

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Ah! yet, ev'n yet, if this might be,

I, falling on his faithful heart,

Would breathing thro' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me:

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XIX.

THE Danube to the Severn gave

The darken'd heart that beat no more;

They laid him by the pleasant shore,

And in the hearing of the wave.

There twice a day the Severn fills,
The salt sea-water passes by,

And hushes half the babbling Wye,

And makes a silence in the hills.

The Wye is hush'd nor moved along ;
And hush'd my deepest grief of all,
When fill'd with tears that cannot fall,

I brim with sorrow drowning song.

The tide flows down, the wave again
Is vocal in its wooded walls :
My deeper anguish also falls,

And I can speak a little then.

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