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III

Doth oвАЩer us pass, when, as thвАЩ expanding eye

To the loved objectвБ†вАФso the tear to the lid

Will start, which lately slept in apathy?

And yet it need not beвБ†вАФ(that object) hid

From us in lifeвБ†вАФbut commonвБ†вАФwhich doth lie

Each hour before usвБ†вАФbut then only bid

With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken

TвАЩ awake usвБ†вАФвАЩTis a symbol and a tokenвБ†вАФ