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In Memoriam A.H.H.
Whatever
I have said or sung,
Some bitter notes my harp would give,
Yea, tho’ there often seem’d to live
A
contradiction on the tongue,
Yet
Hope had never lost her youth;
She did but look through dimmer eyes;
Or Love but play’d with gracious lies,
Because
he felt so fix’d in truth:
And
if the song were full of care,
He breathed the spirit of the song;
And if the words were sweet and strong
He
set his royal signet there;
Abiding
with me till I sail
To seek thee on the mystic deeps,
And this electric force, that keeps
A
thousand pulses dancing, fail.
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