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Xvii.

What greetings smile, what farewells wave,
     What loved ones enter and depart!
The good, the beautiful, the brave,
     The Heaven-lent treasures of the heart!
How conscious seems the frozen sod
     And beechen slope whereon they trod!
The oak-leaves rustle, and the dry grass bends
     Beneath the shadowy feet of lost or absent friends.

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