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I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.

— Elizabeth Chase Allen Poems (1866)

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Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again, just for to-night!

Poems (1866)

O flowers! the soul that faints or grieves
New comfort from your lips receives;
Sweet confidence and patient faith are hidden in your leaves.

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The wind is full of memories;
It whispers low and clear
The sacred echoes of the past,
And brings the dead more near.

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Up the sky in silence holy
Comes the young moon slowly, slowly,
Softly with her light divine,
Filling, like a cup with wine.

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Dawn of a brighter, whiter day
Than ever blessed us with its ray,—
A dawn beneath whose purer light all guilt and wrong shall fade away.

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