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LAST LINES.

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The Poet's last utterances, dictated on his death-bed to his daughter.

Thy notes, sweet Robin, soft as dew,
Heard soon or late, are dear to me;
To music I could bid adieu,
But not to thee!
When from my heart Earth's lifeful throng
Shall pass away, no more to be,
Oh! Autumn's primrose, Robin's song,
Return to me!