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<p>The <del>stars</del> <add>stars</add> that sparkled o'er him<lb/>
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The streams that flowed before him<lb/>
 
Move on – tho' he is fled<lb/>
 
The flowers he watched are blooming<lb/>
 
The trees he planted growing:-<lb/>
But he their 'Sovran Lord' is dead</p>
<p>What is the lily stronger<lb/>
And can the rose last longer<lb/>
Than this proud frame of ours?<lb/>
Man's breath the north-wind freezes<lb/>
And even the Zephyr's breezes<lb/>
Can chill his heart &amp; crush his powers.</p>
<p>Dewy the morning sprinkled –<lb/>
Leaf of the noon – tide wrinkled<lb/>
And sinking into clay:<lb/>
<del>A father</del> The scattered – gracious father!<lb/>
Thy mortal children gather<lb/>
<unclear>Note</unclear> Thy fold of <del><gap/></del> endless day.</p>
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The stars stars that sparkled o'er him
The streams that flowed before him
Move on – tho' he is fled
The flowers he watched are blooming
The trees he planted growing:-
But he their 'Sovran Lord' is dead

What is the lily stronger
And can the rose last longer
Than this proud frame of ours?
Man's breath the north-wind freezes
And even the Zephyr's breezes
Can chill his heart & crush his powers.

Dewy the morning sprinkled –
Leaf of the noon – tide wrinkled
And sinking into clay:
A father The scattered – gracious father!
Thy mortal children gather
Note Thy fold of endless day.


Identifier: | JB/110/192/001"JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.

Date_1

Marginal Summary Numbering

Box

110

Main Headings

Folio number

192

Info in main headings field

Image

001

Titles

Category

collectanea

Number of Pages

2

Recto/Verso

recto

Page Numbering

Penner

sir john bowring

Watermarks

[[watermarks::[partial motif]]]

Marginals

Paper Producer

Corrections

Paper Produced in Year

Notes public

ID Number

36182

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