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VI. 



He hears not, but pilgrims that muse at his urn, 

 At the wail of thy waters, all tearfully turn 

 And mingle their mourning, their worship with thine, 

 And gather the dews from his shrine. 



VII. 



Tweed, winding and fair, where the heart is unbound, 

 They wist not, they dream not, who linger around, 

 How the sadden'd will smile and the suffering re-win 

 From thee the bliss wither'd within. 



VIII. 



And I, when to breathe is a burden, and joy 

 Forsakes me, and life is no longer the boy, 

 On the labouring staff and the trem'rous knee, 

 Shall wander, bright river, to thee ! 



IX. 



Thoughts will come back that were with me before, 

 Loves of my childhood left in the core 

 That were hush'd but not buried the treasured the true, 

 In memory waken anew. 



And the hymn of the furze when the dew-pearls are shed, 

 And the old sacred tones of thy musical bed 

 Will close, as the last mortal moments depart, 

 The golden gates of the heart 1 



