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A LAMENT.
inscribed to the memory of l. a. c.
"Youth and the opening rose,
May look like things too glorious for decay,
And smile at thee; but thou art not of those
That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey."
Mrs. Hemans.
May look like things too glorious for decay,
And smile at thee; but thou art not of those
That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey."
Mrs. Hemans.
Gone hence to thy rest—in a far brighter land
Thou hast entered the mansions of glory and bliss;
In that radiant clime, with the seraphim band,
Thou forgettest the thorns and the shadows of this:
Oh, who can deplore thee, or ask thy recall,
Thus early unfettered, for ever made free,
Or wish thee again in the world's bitter thrall
We may weep for ourselves, but we must not for thee.
