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LAYS OF MANY LANDS.
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But the hour of the knell and the dirge is nigh,
For the tree hath fall'n, and the flower must die.

    Say not 'tis vain!—I tell thee, some
        Are warn'd by a meteor's light.
    Or a pale bird flitting calls them home,
        Or a voice on the winds by night;
And they must go!—and he too, he—
—Woe for the fall of the glorious Tree!

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