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OH! MAY WE HOPE THO' COLD AND DEAD.

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(English Melody, arranged as a Duet by Sir J. Stevenson.)

I

Oh! may we hope, tho' cold and dead
Her form lies buried here,
Her spirit views the tears we shed
And nightly hovers near?

II

No! if our love beyond the skies
Survive death's icy kiss,
The mourner's tears are veiled from eyes
That look on perfect bliss.