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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
Sunny smiles were glancing round her,
Tendrils of kind hearts had bound her;
Now those silver chords are broken,
Those bright looks have left no token;
Not one trace on all the earth,
Save her memory of their mirth.
She is lone and lingering now,
Dreams have gathered o'er her brow,
Midst gay songs and children's play,
She is dwelling far away;
Seeing what none else may see—
Haunted still her place must be!
