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THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.
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For death was among us: the young and the gay
Lay down in their beauty and died;
And we grieved that the ocean should claim them her prey,
As they peacefully slept side by side.
But the plunges that followed, the white forms that sped
Far down to the depths of the sea,
Will haunt us forever, like ghosts of the dead,
Wherever our wanderings may be.

Green island! thou boldest our earliest graves,
As thou knewest our earliest woes;
And within your far depths, O! magnificent waves,
As many loved calmy repose;
And the murmuring streams of the far-spreading West
Have mingled our griefs with their own,
As we, exiles, the turf laid on exiled breasts,
And left them to slumber alone!

The graves of a household!—O! separate far
Do the dead of our household repose;
Yet Hope o'er those graves, like the light of a star,
Its beam of intelligence throws.