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LINES ON A PORTRAIT.
Departed dead! can this be so,
A shadow only left?
Alas! that sorrow, grief, and woe
Must follow wheresoe'er we go;
We must not weep, O! no, no, no!
Though of his smile bereft.
A shadow only left?
Alas! that sorrow, grief, and woe
Must follow wheresoe'er we go;
We must not weep, O! no, no, no!
Though of his smile bereft.
O! plant the myrtle on his grave,
The lost, beloved, renowned!
There, too, the evergreen should wave,
While winds chant requiems to the brave;
With tears the spot shall memory lave,
The blessed, the heaven-crowned.
The lost, beloved, renowned!
There, too, the evergreen should wave,
While winds chant requiems to the brave;
With tears the spot shall memory lave,
The blessed, the heaven-crowned.
