LIN E s
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LINES Given to Friend day or tro before the DeceQse fh4 sDriter-OctO6er, MDCCCXXXV. When beneath the cold red earth am sleeping,

 Lifes fever OCT, Will there for me be any bright eye weeping

 That Pm no moEe2 Will thers ts any heart s:lll melno.y keeping

 Ot heretofore? :? When the great winds through leafess forests rush ing.

 Sad music make; When the swollen streams OCT crag and gully gush- ing,

 Like full hearts break; Will there then whose heart despair crushing,

 Mourn for my sake When the bright sun upon that spot is shining

 With purest ray. And the small flowers, their buds and blossoms twin ing.

 Burst through that clay? Will there be one still on that spot repining

 Lost hopes all day? When no star wrinkles with it's eye of glory,

 On that low mound; And wint'ry storms have with their ruins hoary

 Its loneliness crowned; Will there be then one versed, in misery's story

 Pacing it Eound :? St may be so-but this is selfish sorrow

 To ask such need A weakness and wickedness to borrow,

 From hearts that bleed, The waings of to-day, for what to-morrow

 Shall never need. .5 Lay me then gently in my narrow dwelling,

 Thou gentle heart; And though thy bosom should with grief be swelling.

 Let no tear start; 1t were vain-for time hath long been knelIlng-

 Sad one, depart

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