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Yet within thee, thyself a grove,
And the wolf howl beneath.
There once the steel-clad knight reclined,
His brow the hero crossed !
Then Culture came, and days serene;
To celebrate the May.
Father of many a forest deep,
Opening new spheres of thought!
Wont in the night of woods to dwell,
Of human sacrifice!
Thy singed top and branches bare
Of him who came to die !
TO TWO SISTERS.
WELL may you sit within, and, fond of grief,
And now in joy she dwells, in glory moves !
* On the death of a younger sister.