IsEE TREE STILL.

BY c. sPRAG Ma IlIIn aIIll.
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 We lure suli; Remem' rance, f4iihfuI 10 her trust. Calls thee in beauty from the dust, a# Thou cumrst in the Inorning light, s4 ThOu'II wIJh me through the tloomy night; In dreams IL meet thee as of old Then thy son arms my neck enfud, And thy sweet voice Is in my ear; ln every scene 10 memory dear

 see the sill.

 l see thee still: In every hallow'd token round; This little ring thy fuger bound. This iock of hair thy forehead shaded. This silken chain by thee was braided, These flowers, all wilbet'd now, like thee, Sweet sister, thou didst culi for me; This book wus thine, here didsI thou read. This picture, ah! yes. here, indeed,

 see thee stIil.

 see ihee still; Here was thy summer nuou's retreat Here was thy fdvOrite nreside seai; This was thy chaInber--here, each day, sat and watched thy sad decay; Here, on this bed, thou last didsl lie, Here, on this pillow, thou didst die: Dark hour. once more it's woes unfold. As lheu l saw thee pale aad cold,

 See thee still.

 1 see thee stilh Thou are not in th grave confined Death cannot chain the immortal mind, Let earth close OCT it's sacred trust, But Rordness dies not in the dust; Thee o. my sister, 'tis not thee Beneath the rotfin's lid l sec; Thou to a fairer laud art gone; There, let me h0I c, my jnuIhey done,

 To see thee still.