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Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know / That things depart which never may return: / Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow, / Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn. / These common woes I feel. One loss is mine / Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore. / Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine / On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar: / Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood / Above the blind and battling multitude: / In honoured poverty thy voice did weave / Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,- / Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve, / Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.