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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Felicia Dorothea (Browne) Hemans. (1793–1835) (continued)
    Ay, call it holy ground,
  The soil where first they trod:
They have left unstained what there they found,—
  Freedom to worship God.
          Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
    Through the laburnum’s dropping gold
Rose the light shaft of Orient mould,
And Europe’s violets, faintly sweet,
Purpled the mossbeds at its feet.
          The Palm-Tree.
    They grew in beauty side by side,
  They filled one home with glee:
Their graves are severed far and wide
  By mount and stream and sea.
          The Graves of a Household.
    Alas for love, if thou wert all,
  And naught beyond, O Earth!
          The Graves of a Household.
    The boy stood on the burning deck,
  Whence all but him had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck
  Shone round him o’er the dead.
          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, O Death!
          The Hour of Death.
    Come to the sunset tree!
  The day is past and gone;
The woodman’s axe lies free,
  And the reaper’s work is done.
          Tyrolese Evening Song.
    In the busy haunts of men.
          Tale of the Secret Tribunal. Part i.
    Calm on the bosom of thy God,
  Fair spirit, rest thee now!
          Siege of Valencia. Scene ix.