...their country's wishes bleat ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By' fairy-hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim...

...immortality. Perhaps there was never anybody of men to whom Collins' beautiful ode is more applicable — " By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair...

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...brave, who sink to rest, j \ By all their country's wishes blest! / When Spring, with dewy fingers cold. Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod 5 Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge...

...sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod 5 Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge...

...their country's wishes blest, When Spring with dewy finger cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mold, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Than fancy's feet have ever trod."* Such is the tomb of Peyran—a scene of peaceful melancholy not to be forgotten among Vaudois recollections....

...their country's wishes blest ? When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's...their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit...

...ode, and this turn of it.• When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mold, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Than Fancy's...their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is snng ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey. To bless the turf that wraps their clay, And Freedom shall...

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...ode* and this turn of it.* When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mold, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. Hy Fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim...