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...to staunch their tideUnknown, on that meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died ! THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north- wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death....

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...forth — and thou art there. Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets...And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, KINDRED HEARTS. OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ! Few are the hearts whence...