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When an eye ihkt hath shone like the glance


Of the spring,
As il feels the dark shadow Of AzraePs wing
Like perishing star groweth dim;
And we place the cold clods OF the valley


above,
O'er the torn that we cherished. the feature
we love,
Our brightest. our loveliest gem.
How mournfully pleasing The feeling that


flows t} ~
As we bend o'er the place of their dreamless


repose,


To strew with fresh roses the spot;
Where my WHOLE, though il be but voice


from the tomb,
Ever tells to the pilgrims who thither ward
That the absent are never forgot.


=# P. M. d.
u, S. Hotel Penn Avenue r&-