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ON IN MEMORIAM.

Not less but more, as year succeeds to year
And change to change, and each departing day
Sees some fair love or friendship pass away,
We prize this mournful verse, and hold it dear:
For its elect and consecrated sphere
With such a music of its own can sway
The soul of Sorrow, that she must obey
The God of Love, and not the fiends of fear.
Himself has gone, whose timely poem true
Controll'd our youth; but we, who next depart,
Have long since learnt his tender lines by heart,
And found them ever helpful, ever new.
His grief is ours; for he alone could tell
What all may feel, but none express so well.