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Look on him ! is he laid
Yet that, ev’n that, must fade!
His voice of mirth hath ceased Amidst the vineyards! there is left no place For bin whose dust receives your vain embrace,
At the gay bridal feast ! Earth must take earth to moulder on her breast; Come rear! weep o'er him! bear him to his rest!
Yet mourn ye not as they
His birthright's hope away!
THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP.
What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells ?
We ask not such from thee.
Yet more, the depths have more !-what wealth untold,
Earth claims not these again.
Yet more, the depths have more !-thy waves have rollid Above the cities of a world gone by!
Sand hath fill'd up the palaces of old,
Man yields them to decay.
Yet more! the billows and the depths have more !
Give back the true and brave !
Give back the lost and lovely !-those for whom
prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke ʼmidst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried Isles, thy towers o'erthrown
But all is not thine own.
To thee the love of woman hath gone down,
-Restore the dead, thou sea!