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She traced its windings through vale and glade,
And gazed on their thousand hues of shade;
And the soft low notes of the birds were there,
And gently they fell on her listening ear.
And gazed on their thousand hues of shade;
And the soft low notes of the birds were there,
And gently they fell on her listening ear.
Yes! all was beauty and gladness round,
Yet her warm young tears bedewed that ground,
And she dared not breathe on the evening air
The wish of her heart, in a scene so fair;
For while all in the rapture of life was blest,
That youthful mourner was wishing for rest.
Yet her warm young tears bedewed that ground,
And she dared not breathe on the evening air
The wish of her heart, in a scene so fair;
For while all in the rapture of life was blest,
That youthful mourner was wishing for rest.
She wished for the home, where no tears and sighs
Arc blent with the spring's sweet melodies;
Where memory is but a tender dream,
To make the future more brightly beam,
And a hope immortal and deathless is fraught
With the glowing hues of an angel's thought.
Arc blent with the spring's sweet melodies;
Where memory is but a tender dream,
To make the future more brightly beam,
And a hope immortal and deathless is fraught
With the glowing hues of an angel's thought.
O'er her hope of earth came an early blight,
And the grave had shrouded the eyes whose light
Was sweeter to her than the morning beam,
And faded for ever was life's young dream;
And though all was radiant, above and around,
Yet her thoughts were away upon one green mound.
And the grave had shrouded the eyes whose light
Was sweeter to her than the morning beam,
And faded for ever was life's young dream;
And though all was radiant, above and around,
Yet her thoughts were away upon one green mound.
