BETA

Whence that low voice ? —A whisper from
the heart,
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That told set days long past when here I
roved
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With friends and kindred tenderly beloved ;3
Some who had early mandates to depart,4
Yet are allowed to steal my path athwart5
By Duddon’s side ; once more do we unite,6
Once more beneath the kind Earth’s tran-
quil light ;
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And smother’d joys into new being start.8
From her unworthy seat, the cloudy stall9
Of Time, breaks forth triumphant Memory ;10
Her glistening tresses bound, yet light and
free
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As golden locks of birch, that rise and fall12
On gales that breathe too gently to recal13
Aught of the fading year’s inclemency !14