For The Cecil Wing.
I'm Thinking Of a lOTly bed.
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I'm thinking of lowly bed


In some lone, quiet spot,
Where with the cold earth meath my head
III rest, by all forgot.
I'm thinking that little while


A md all now hold dear,
vii! vanish from me like the smile
That flies betore the tear.
And could calmly say farewell,


To earth, though bright it seems.
And not sigh my heart should tell,
Ger dying hopes, or fading dreams,
Could but know that there was still
On earth, one being, round Whose heart
"Swee, memories" of me would twlnc,
'TlI reunited, meier to part.
Corcn,y, N. Y. Sept 90. AZ.