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The Poems of William Cullen Bryant
註釋When to the common rest that crowns our days, Called in the noon of life, the good man goes, Or full of years, and ripe in wisdom, laysHis silver temples in their last repose;When, o'er the buds of youth, the death-wind blows, And blights the fairest; when our bitter tearsStream, as the eyes of those that love us close, We think on what they were, with many fearsLest goodness die with them, and leave the coming yea