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From the Rhode Island .Qmericcn,
oh, the tears of affection may nosten the


grave,
Where beauty and virtue are sleeping,
But the tears Of keen anguish suilic'd not to
The lov'd one whose loss we are weeping.
Life has its charms, and the young, and the


fair,
Who so fnndly look'd forth to the morrow,
Have left grief where was joy--where was


gladness, despair,
Where the smile of content-deepest sorrow.
The flowers on thy grave, dearest friend ofmy


heart,
Convey to the mind, thy sad story,
Pure as those were thy thoughts, and Like


thee they'll depart,
10 shine forth once more in their glory.