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FORGOTTEN.
FORGOTTEN.
N this dim shadow, whereShe found the quiet which all tired hearts crave,
Now, without grief or care,
The wild bees murmur, and the blossoms wave,
And the forgetful air
Blows heedlessly across her grassy grave.
Yet, when she lived on earth,
She loved this leafy dell, and knew by name
All things of sylvan birth;
Squirrel and bird chirped welcome, when she came;
Yet now, in careless mirth,
They frisk, and build, and warble all the same.
She loved this leafy dell, and knew by name
All things of sylvan birth;
Squirrel and bird chirped welcome, when she came;
Yet now, in careless mirth,
They frisk, and build, and warble all the same.
From the great city near,
Wherein she toiled through life's incessant quest
For weary year on year,
Come the far voices of its deep unrest
Wherein she toiled through life's incessant quest
For weary year on year,
Come the far voices of its deep unrest
