From SCOTS Philadelphia Weekly Paper


SHE PASSED ME-.

BY JAMES REES.
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She pass'd me like some fairy dream,


In the light and giddy dance;
bask'd awhile in the hallow'd dream


That shown in her playful glance.
She pass'd me when welded wife,


When all round was blythe and gay;
She pass'd me when in early life IA
In the bloom of Hymen's day.
pass'd her door within whose walls,
Squallid mis'ry rear'd its throne,
And she who danced in crowded halls


Sat silent there, in grief, alone!
She pass'd me, twas where thousands met
With misery on her brow, @
Her looks were wan, her cheeks were wet
Smiles had fed-where are they now 2
She pass'd; twas where mis'ry clings


When lingering hopes depart,
When mem'ry, bitter mem'ry, brings IS
No solace to the broken heart.
She pass'd me, and an humble train,


Dark and sombre-full of gloom,
Walk'd in procession-ch of shame,
The willow sighs above thy tomb.
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For the Young Mems messenger.