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...in its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And with a brother's warmth, a...

...its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And with a brother's warmth, a...

...in its morning hour, As when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a " melancholy grace !" And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; ' And with a brother's warmth,...

...its morning hour, Than when the shades of time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall, — The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace; Each hallowed vision newer beauty gains, And in the heart for ever fixed, remains.' (To oe continued.)...

...tender images we love to trace, Steal from each yean a melancholy grace! "^ And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; | And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle ;/ So scenes of life, when present and confest,...

...its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivyed wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth,...

...in its morning-hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivyed wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth,...

...its morning-hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch, and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social life expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a brother's warmth, a...