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• Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone
  The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done....
• Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Graves of a Household...
• In the busy haunts of men. -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Tale of the Secret Tribunal, Part i
• Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- Siege of Valencia, Scene ix...
• I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, And the larch has hung his tassels forth.
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Voice of Spring...
• The stately homes of England,-- How beautiful they stand, Amid their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land!
  -- Felicia D. Hemas (1794-1835) -- The Homes of England...
• Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod
  They have left unstained what there they found,-- Freedom to worship God....
• I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-- Part of the brim was gone
  Yet still I wore it on. -- Felicia D....
• Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to se
  but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!...