. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . No—faint tho the death-song may fall from his lips,Tho his Harp, like his soul, may with shadows be crost Yet, yet shall it sound, mid a nations eclipse, And proclaim to the world what a star hath been lost; What a union of all the affections and powersBy which life is exalted, embellishd, refined, Was embraced in that spirit—whose centre was ours,While its mighty circumference circled 210

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