LINES
ON THE DEATH Of MrS. E. BROWN.
Lady, when first I looked on thee,
I little thought so soon
That I, amid a weeping train,
Should follow to thy tomb.
Far from the home that gave thee birth,
Friends that would bid thee stay,—
Surrounded by a stranger band,
Thy spirit passed away.
I little thought so soon
That I, amid a weeping train,
Should follow to thy tomb.
Far from the home that gave thee birth,
Friends that would bid thee stay,—
Surrounded by a stranger band,
Thy spirit passed away.
Though strangers stood around thy bier,
Full many a tear was shed,
That one so young, and lovely too,
Must sleep among the dead.
Full many a tear was shed,
That one so young, and lovely too,
Must sleep among the dead.
