miscellaneous poems.
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The brier is blooming as when they last met,
But the eyes of a mother with tears are still wet;
It hath bloomed and hath faded, its pale leaves are shed,
And William long weeps o'er the loved and the dead.
But the eyes of a mother with tears are still wet;
It hath bloomed and hath faded, its pale leaves are shed,
And William long weeps o'er the loved and the dead.
TO THE MEMORY OF ———
One of the Signers of the Independence, buried beneath Trinity Church.
Thou askest me of thy sire, my boy—thine ancient sire, whose hand
Assisted in the mighty work that freed this glorious land.
They laid him in the ground, with many a tear and prayer,
And the last of those that lov'd him, were gathered humbly there;
Assisted in the mighty work that freed this glorious land.
They laid him in the ground, with many a tear and prayer,
And the last of those that lov'd him, were gathered humbly there;
