POETRY.

THE DEPARTED.
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 Ea,th's lavly thiEes. Where's the saov--ghe summer snow On the. lovely lilly flower Where the hues the sunset shed Der the roses crimson hour Where's the gnd-ihe bright pure got, O'e, the ycurg Iaharnnm flung! And the fragran: sighs that 6reaihcd Whence the hyactnIh dropping ., 7

 Gone, gone-they aH are gone. Maiden, lovelier than the spring.! Is thy bloom departed too Has thy cheek forgot it's 'se. Or thine eye its Apr biue Where are thy sweet bursts of song! Where the wreaths that bound thy hair? Where the thousand prisoner curs? And thy sunny smiles are-where f

 Gone, gone-they all are gone. Youth, where is thine open brow? What has queIIcd thine eagle eye! Where the freshness of thy cheeki And the dark hairs raven dye? Where's thy crimson banner now? Where's thine eager step and sword! Where's .i.inc hour of dreamiess sleep? Where frank jest and careless word?

 Gone, gone-they all are gone. Where's the lighted hall; and where All that made its midnights gay? Where's the music of the harpq And the mnstrel's nightly lay? Where's the graceful saraband? Where the lamps of starry light? Where the vases of bright flowers? Where the bushes yet more bright?

 Gone, gone-they all are gone. Where are those fair dreams that made Life so beautiful at first; Where the many fantasies That young hope so fondIy nurst; Love with motto like knight, Faithful even to the tomb? Fortune following the wish: Pleasure with folded plume?

 Gone, gone--they all are gone. Oh mine own heart, where are they Visions of thy earlier hour, When thy young hope's colours were Like those on the morning fower2 Where's the trusting confidence Of affection deep and true2 And the spirits sunshine like, Which o'er all their gIadness threw?

 Gone, gone---they all are gone: