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How throbbed my pulse, how shook my frame, what thrilling awe came oer me
As Breathless, lifeless, soul-less, lay that honoured clay before me,
In the dread presence of the Dead how went earth's hopes and pleasures
How my heart panted for the fount of never failing treasures.
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The grave is deep on Forest's side unmarked by cross or column,
Main's vain attempt to consecrate the sacred and the solemn,
The ash-tree waves her soft-green leaves, the daisy opes her blossom,
Where lowly lies the place of rest on earth's maternal bosom.
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As the beloved of latter days in converse sweet sat round me,
These pensive visions of the past upon the mountain found me,
So did I muse on Forth's sad side on that bright Summer morning