Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Yon point that, while we speak, away
Has melted in the twilight gray,
Thy Gracious Maker hides from thee.
In love, the things which yet must be !
And we — were it not well to look
No further now in Fate's dark book,
But turn a backward glance the while
On the past fortunes of our isle !
Stand we by Wolfe upon the knoll, and turn us to the sea ;
There, where the waves like breakers roll in foam so wild
and free,
Stood the first church the old man knew, though parish re-
cords say
That many a goodlier one before the tide had swept away.
Even yet the shepherds deem they hear, of a still Easter
morn,
The chiming of the bells full clear from the deep waves up-
borne,
