How shall I know thee in the sphere which keepsThe disembodied spirits of the dead,When all of thee that time could wither sleepsAnd perishes among the dust we tread
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Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fearWilliam Cullen Bryant
So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
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The victory of endurance born.
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We plant, upon the sunny lea,A shadow for the noontide hour,A shelter from the summer shower,When we plant the apple-tree.
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These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.
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The praise of those who sleep in earth,
The pleasant memory of their worth,
The hope to meet when life is past,
Shall heal the tortured mind at last.
William Cullen Bryant
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