 AGE.
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Why mourn ye that our aged friend is dead! Ne are not sad to see the gather'd grain, Nor when the mellow fruit the orchards cast, Nor when the yellow woods shake down the

 ripen'd mast.

 Ye sigh not when the sun, his course fulflpd, His glorious course, rejoicing earth and sky, In the soft evening, when the winds are still'd, Sinks where his islands of refreshment lie, And leaves the smile of his departure spread Der the warm, colored heaven, and mountain

 head. -

 Why weep ye then for him, who having run The bound of mans appointed years, at last, Llfe's blessings all enjoyed, life s.labor done, Sereneiy to his inalrest has pass'd; While the soft memory of his virtues, yet Ingc like twilight hucs when the bright sun

 has setl--Percipai.