POETRY.

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ON THE DEATH OF MARY.

 Alas! how chang altered is the scene And can itbe, O, Mary hast thou gone2 Hast thou forever fed thy friends embracef Forever hast thou gone from earthly chimes hle!hinks hear the echo of Jhy voice SGil ling'ring on my ear, with accents sweet; And see thy lovely, smiling coumtenaDce, Aad brilliant eyes, fair index of thy mind, Still beaming mild with innocence and love. How short thy race, aud yet, how noble 'twas- a.ke the young rose, expanding its rich folds, AndOpening wide to zephyr's gentle breeze, Til nipp'd by early frost, it perished--- So didst thou wit,er, lovely amaranh; Yes, death has hurl'd at thee his chilling dart, And thou hast sped to meet thy God above. But though thy beauty mOulders tn the dust-- Though thy poor spirit g gone to dwell on high, Still mem'ry lives thy faithful chronicler; a. The pride aud consolation oflhy friends. The recollection ofihy worth remains Deep planted tn our breasts, and seems 10 tell The story ofIhy life and death anew. Why do we mourn thy death ? why weep for thee We would not call thee from thy happy seat, Again to wander in this dreary world Again to taste tshitter cup of wo And to endure it's ills second time. .. .. ;. No! but since God ordains, let us submit- And rather wish ourselves with thee in Heaven, Than thee with us earth. R.