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From the U. S. Review and Literary Gazette.
IN See.nga d child kaeeling upon us Wotters grare
ia tears, ,chiic his plyJjlocs acre sporting d
moag thc monuments cf He dead.


so, soft are the brcezes that play rounl the


tomb,


And sweet with the violcts waited perfume,


With lilies and jessamine far"


Bewring's huSsiaa ios'S.
Child dost thou meurn DER the narrow bed
OF a mother, laid 70 rest
Hark! It's the voice OF tie dear one 'iead
'.sweet are the tears by affection shed,


Green be the grave turf dres.
"Come at the hour when the nisht.de@s we9P'
Come with the breaking light,
Come at the hour when the moon beams sleep
Come when the winds cfauiunn sweep


O'cr the chords Of the solemn night.
'slIere is the field where the mighty lie,


In the pride Of glory bowedi j,
And deep IS the breath Of the nipnrner'' Ss''
And dimmed is the light Of bea'!'y's eye


AT thought Of the chilly sllroud
.'rhe lovely, too, with the crested wora'
Here in silence rests her now.
Gone is the gacc of her angel form,
Gone Ike the glesm of the lightning Storm


The fire Of her passoncd brow,
why, mid the tears Of the green graves HoNs'7
Is the voice of the trher gay
All! it is youth in his testi, c hours ..,ars.
Like f,wiis in the shade of spring. gay ooN -
On the turf of the dead at play!
Youth! from the tomb hear the spirits neA"'
Like the zephyr tones Of even,
| ssLeave me, leave me, ye trlficrs aioht' ,.,,c.
| TIL the mourncr kneeisat the sculptuieu


And reads of the bliss oflleasetl'
Life at its morn, hath joy-it eye, ~.


And gay are its bright wreatl'S sf'a,"d ~.
When the infant of days and the hoai, r.,
A tear at their hearse and pltyins s's..
| But n,irtll DER the buried dc~d'