Hark how the tremulous night-wind is passing in joy-laden sighs;
Soft through my window it comes, like the fanning of pinions angelic,
Whispering to cease from myself, and look out on the infinite skies.
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De mortuis nil ni-
Si bonum: R.I.P.:—
No more upbraid him:—
Nay, rather plead his cause
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The night was creeping on the ground;
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree, and then
She covered it, and sole again
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Said the Preacher “All is Vanity!”—appending as a reason
That the things we find our pleasure in are bound to pass and pall;
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Maker of earth and sea,
What shall we render Thee?
All things are Thine!
Ours but from day to day
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THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;
The time — oh, any time of the year
Will do as well as another; say June,
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Brown was weeping; likewise cursing; and with amplitude of reason;
For a letter had been handed him that very afternoon
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IT was the time when geese despond,
And turkeys make their wills;
The time when Christians, to a man,
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It little profits that, an idle man,
On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,
I mope, a solitary pelican,
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Through what strange winding ways of circumstance,
Through what conspiracies of time and chance,
By what long chain of hands, from his who pressed
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