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SPIRITS EVERYWHERE. 

 FROM THE GEBMAN OF UHLAND. 



Oh, many a summer's day is gone. 



And in the past is buried. 



Since last, a happy gaysome youth 



Across this stream I ferried : 



And then — as now — all things look'd gay. 



And the glorious noon lay bright. 



With its silence and its sunshine. 



On the strand, the waves, and castl'd height. 



Within this same old boat there sat — 

 Yes, they sat to me the nearest — 

 Two companions of my youth. 

 The best, beloved, and dearest. 

 The one all calmness as the day — 

 He was a gentle, thoughtful sire ; 

 The other a happy gaysome youth^ 

 With a soul of generous fire. 



They both are gone ; the one out-worn 



By corroding care and illness. 



Has sought and found a lonely grave — 



A grave of the just in stillness. 



The other's shroud was of darker hue, 



*Twas dyed with the blood's deep stain. 



For he fell 'mid the cannon's roar. 



Triumphant with the slain. 



Yet, still methinks they're oft with me. 

 For memory's necromancy 

 Oft calls them from the silent tomb. 

 And robes the past in hues of fancy. 



