THE FOREST BOY.
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"Yet what if my Phoebe another should wed,
"And lament her lost William no more?"
The thought was too cruel; and anguish now sped
The dart of diseaseWith the brave numerous dead
He has fall'n on the plague-tainted shore.
In the lone village church-yard, the chancel-wall near,
High grass now waves over the spot
Where the mother of William, unable to bear
His loss, who to her widow'd heart was so dear,
Has both him and her sorrows forgot.
