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But oh! these waves and leaves, When [undecipherable] stoic Nature grieves, - No human speech [undecipherable] beautiful as their murmurs [mine to full]. On this altar God hath built I lay my vanity and guilt; Nor me can Hope or [undecipherable] urge Hearing as now the [undecipherable] Which [undecipherable] of Northern mountains hymn Nature's funeral, high and dim, - [undecipherable] able pageantry of clouds, Mourning Summer laid in Shrouds.

Many a day Shall dawn and die, Many an angel wander by, And helping, light my [undecipherable] turf. [undecipherable] perhaps by Ocean Surf, Forgotten amid splendid Tombs, Yet wreathed and hid by Summer blooms.