ZETA.

 TOO SOON.
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Too soon! too soon! how oft that word

 Comes OCT the spirit like spell; Awakening every mournful chord

 That in the humaa heart may dwell! Ofhopes that periahed in their noon Of youth decayed-too soon, too soon Too soon, too soon--it IS a sound

 To dim the sight with many tear, As bitterly we gaze around,

 And find how few we love are here; An! when shall We again commune With those we lost too soon-too soon! Too soon, too soon-how wild that tone

 Bursts on our dearest hours of bliss, And leaves us silent and alone,

 To muse on such theme Us this; No frown upon the quiet noon, Whose parting light comes all too soon! Too soon, too soon-if e'er were thine

 The joys, the fears, the hopes of love; If thou hast kneIt before the shrine

 Of beauty in some starlight grove; Whose lips, young roses, breathed of June, Ihoust wept those Words-too soon, too soon. Too soon is stamped on every leaf,

 In characters of dim decay; Too soon is writ in tears of grief,

 On all things fading fast away! Oh! IS there one terrestlal boon Our hearts lose not-too soon, too soon!