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POEMS.
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For we would gaze around thee,
And picture hearts of mirth,
And fancy they are laid to sleep,
Watched by their parent earth.

Rather than know thy fame to be
Such scene of terror wild;
The tomb of ev'ry cherished hope
Raised by earth's fairest child!

Oh! noble spot! Long o'er thee
Be cast a magic spell!
Kind fairies tread thee lightly,
And guard thy beauty well!

Still, still endure to gladden
The hearts within thee now,
And cast a gleam of pleasure
Upon thine owner's brow!

Still be to them a relic
Of a calm and happy past;
The brightness of its sunny hours,
Recalling to the last!
R. A.