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Now the last day of many days, / All beautiful and bright as thou, / The loveliest and the last, is dead, / Rise, Memory, and write its praise! / Up,-to thy wonted work! come, trace / The epitaph of glory fled,- / For now the Earth has changed its face, / A frown is on the Heaven's brow.
We wandered to the Pine Forest / That skirts the Ocean's foam, / The lightest wind was in its nest, / The tempest in its home. / The whispering waves were half asleep, / The clouds were gone to play, / And on the bosom of the deep / The smile of Heaven lay; / It seemed as if the hour were one / Sent from beyond the skies, / Which scattered from above the sun / A light of Paradise.