Fnom THE COLOMBIAN STAR.
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fhoM THE COLUMBIAN STAR.
fingered among The srapes, and sought on evy marble


Thy name-6m il apas not there.
While we are counting day and night
And tasting JOY and sorrow,
no time, for thee, shall wing its flight
FOR thee, ARISE no morrow.
Thy bark hath passed that mighty bourne
whence not traveller shall retlrrn
And prayer no more asceills for thee
hut halls thee in ETERNITY
Thy morn Of life was bright and gay,
hut scarcely rose to manhood's prime,
Betore the ravage of decay


Removed thee, from tins changeful cline.
Thy being passed away like dew,
Exhaled by mornings earliest ray,--
And hopes of friends and parents too,
With thee were rudely torn away
The cares and pleasures in thy breast,
No friend can haliow as his own
For thou hast gone to silent rest,
Bravlng the ills of life alone
What heart was ever free from care
What heart where pleasure hath not been?
And thine had, doubtless, borne its share,
But they have passed away unseen
Oh could tender Mothers care
Soften'd the pillow for thy head,
And watched with many anxious PRAYER
And soothed with hope thy dying bed,
But other fate zras thine And now
stranger seeks thy lowly mound,
Where tears Of sympathy might flow,
And, 10 it is not to be found.
seek, but cannot find, thy humble grave
Which never with parents tears was wet.
And still, unknown, its grassy spires must wave,
unwatercd by the tear drop Of regret.
But thou art not forgotten-,here is love
Within a Mothers breast that cannot die.
Years may glide on, and every season prove,
That love can reach its object in lie sky.
Adieu! thou silcni dweler III the dust;
Green be the sod npon ths humble bed,
And in the resurrection Of he iust,
In holy hope mayest thou Lift up thy head.


IEsSEY.