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ECHOES.

TILL the angel stars are shining Still the rippling waters flowBut the angel-voice is silent That I head so long ago. Hark! the echoes murmur low,          Long ago!

Still the wood is dim and lonely, Still the plashing fountains play,But the past and all its beauty, Whither has it fled away? Hark! the mournful echoes say,          Fled away!

Still the bird of night complaineth, (Now, indeed, her song is pain,)Visions of my happy hours, Do I call and call in vain? Hark! the echoes cry again,          All in vain!

Cease, O echoes, mournful echoes! Once I loved your voices well;Now my heart is sick and weary.— Days of old, a long farewell! Hark! the echoes sad and dreary          Cry farewell, farewell!