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There by day the lark is singing
And the grass and weeds are springing;
There by night the bat is winging;
There for ever winds are bringing
Far-off chimes of church-bells ringing.

Night and morning, noon and even,
Their sound fills her dreams with Heaven
The long strife at length is striven:
Till her grave-bands shall be riven,
Such is the good portion given
To her soul at rest and shriven.

SONG.

SHE sat and sang alway
 By the green margin of a stream,
Watching the fishes leap and play
 Beneath the glad sunbeam.

I sat and wept alway
 Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam,
Watching the blossoms of the May
 Weep leaves into the stream.

I wept for memory;
 She sang for hope that is so fair;
My tears were swallowed by the sea;
 Her songs died on the air.