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45
TO A VIOLET FOUND NEAR ROBERT'S GRAVE.
Still shed thy fragrance here:Earth has no holier spot than this,
The resting-place of him, whose life
Was pure as thy fresh opening flower;—
Fit temple to enshrine twin loveliness.
The wintry night is past, and Spring
With dewy breath upon his grave
Has waked thee into life, and thou
Shalt bloom awhile in beauty;
But a voice from out those bowers
That have no winter in their year,
Has called his spirit to its home
Amidst the amaranthine flowers,
Whose perfume still shall linger round
His grave, when thou art seen no more.
1845.
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