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...soul is wauling there. Her* ia the loveliness ia death. That parts not quite with parting l)l'e;ilh ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb. The monastic buildings formerly connected with the nl>bey are now quite gone, and all that remains...

...parting breath ; But beanty, with that fearful bloom, That hue which hannts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heaveuly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth...

...loveliness in death, But beauty with that fearful bloom, That line which haunts it to the tomb. Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth...

...for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling...

...parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth...

...breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb— Expression's bist receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that Same — perchance of heavenly birth— Which gleams — but worms no more its cherished...

...soul is wanting there. 2. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb,— Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling...

...soul is wanting there. Here is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; W tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue that haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray. A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away, Spark of that flame perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth....