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XLVI.
The evening of the Year's last day is come;And on pale Erin's face, (but not like one
Who hath no hope,) with lingering gaze, the sun
Looks, pausing still to look. There is no bloom
On her closed lips, no passion on her brow;
Yet never seem'd she beautiful as now!
And pride and grandeur deepen in the gloom
Which his large brow casts o'er her winding-sheet
And lifeless locks. The blue sky is her tomb,
The sea her bier. “We part,” he says, “to meet;
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Yet shalt thou—holy, happy, changed—arise.”
And he thanks God! with splendor-flashing eyes,
And firier fervor in his thankfulness.
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