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In Memoriam A.H.H.

         
            XLIV.
             
      How fares it with the happy dead?
          For here the man is more and more;
          But he forgets the days before
      God shut the doorways of his head.

      The days have vanish’d, tone and tint,
          And yet perhaps the hoarding sense
          Gives out at times (he knows not whence)
      A little flash, a mystic hint;

      And in the long harmonious years
          (If Death so taste Lethean springs),
          May some dim touch of earthly things
      Surprise thee ranging with thy peers.

      If such a dreamy touch should fall,
          O turn thee round, resolve the doubt;
          My guardian angel will speak out
      In that high place, and tell thee all.
       


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