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NY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. S
Beside the river Of tears, with branches 'ow.
And bitter leaves. the funeral wi ows grow;
The branches stream, like the disheve led hair
sOf woman, 10 the sadness Of despair a4 a
On ro 5 the stream with perpetual sigh; :. i
The rocks moan wisd y as it rushes bv, s.9a
Hyssop and wormwood b rider all the strand.
And not flower adorns the dreary land
Then comes child, whose face is like the sur.
And dips the gloomy waters as they run,
Aud moistens all the region, and, behold! Y
The ground is bright With blossoms manifold.
There fall the tears Of love, the rose appears;
And when the moss is wet with friendsh;pss
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Forget-me-not and violet, heavenly blue.
Spring, giittering with the cheerful drops like
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The souls Of mourners who no more shall weep
oat, swan.like, down the currents gent 1
Go up the sands that shine ong its side,
And in the Paradise of Tears abide.
There every heart rejoins its kindred heart:
There, in a 'ong embrace, that none NAV part.
Flu Fl ment meets desire; and that fair shore
Beho ds its dwe''ers happy evermore.
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