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[123] When, close and closer, hushing breath,
     Our circle narrowed round thee,
And smiles and tears made up the wreath
     Wherewith our silence crowned thee;

And, strangers all, we felt the ties
     Of sisters and of brothers;
Ah! whose of all those kindly eyes
     Now smile upon another's?

The sport of Time, who still apart
     The waifs of life is flinging;
Oh, nevermore shall heart to heart
     Draw nearer for that singing!

Yet when the panes are frosty-starred,
     And twilight's fire is gleaming,
I hear the songs of Scotland's bard
     Sound softly through my dreaming!

A song that lends to winter snows
     The glow of summer weather,—
Again I hear thee caa the yowes
     To Cluden's hills of heather!


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