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DIRGE OVER A NAMELES5 GRAVE
By yon still river, where the wave


Is winding slowly at cv'ning's close,
The beech, upon naneless graTe,


Its sadly moving shadow throw.
Der the fair woods the sun looks down


Upon the many twin.iing leaves,
And twilight's mellow shades are brown,


Where darkly the green turf upheaYes.
The river glides in silence there,


And hardly waves the sapilng tree:
Sweet fow'rs arc springing and the air


Is full OF balm---bu' where is she
They badc her we'd son ofpidc,
And leave the hopes she CHERISHED long
Che lov'd but one,--and would not hide
A love which knew no wrong
And months went sadly on,--and years.


And she was wasting day BY day:
At length she died and many tears
Were shed. that she should pass away.
Then came gray old man and knelt
With bitter weeping by her tonh:--
| And others mournd for him, who felt
That he had seal'd daughters doom,
The funeral train has long past on,
| And time wip'd dry the fathers icar!
Farewell-lost maiden!--ihcrc is Ont


That mourns thee yct,-aad he is here
| ~-----


sIhs line is necdlessy too Short,