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An Autumn Elegy
Yet, kneeling with him, still more sad than he,  I saw him once turn round and smile as sweet   As in the happy rose and lily days,  When, from between the stubble of the wheat,   A skylark soared up through the clouds to praise     The sun's eternity.  Hope seemed to flash a moment in his eyes;  And, knowing him so well, I know he thought—   "How fair the legend through the ages brought,  That still to live is Death's most sweet surprise!"
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