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SONNET.
THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION, MAY 1, 1862.
Sweet, and yet sad, those thousand voices rung,Winding and travelling through the long defiles
Of courts and galleries and far-reaching aisles;
And bright the banners from proud arches sprung;
But not the less their drooping folds among
Lurked a dim hoard of grief; while over all,
Chastening, not marring, our high festival,
The shadow of an absent Greatness hung;
Absent, and yet in absence present more,
For all we owe to him, and might have owed,
For the rich gifts which, missing, we deplore,
Than if he were rejoicing at this hour,
We with him, that the seed his wisdom sowed
Had blossomed in this bright consummate flower.
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