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MARY'S GRAVE.
Let those whose hearts have learned to glow
With love that ne'er can change or vary,
Permit one pitying tear to flow
O'er the cold grave of hapless Mary.
With love that ne'er can change or vary,
Permit one pitying tear to flow
O'er the cold grave of hapless Mary.
She loved, alas! a treacherous youth,
Who feigned to love the artless fairy;
Too late she proved him void of truth,
And death relieved the hapless Mary.
Who feigned to love the artless fairy;
Too late she proved him void of truth,
And death relieved the hapless Mary.
No more she shines the queen of May,
Nor graces more the rustic dairy,
For ah! the spoiler bore away
The rifled sweets of hapless Mary.
Nor graces more the rustic dairy,
For ah! the spoiler bore away
The rifled sweets of hapless Mary.
Oh then, ye artless nymphs, beware!
In trusting faithless man, be wary,
And thus escape the fiend Despair,
That dug the grave of hapless Mary.
In trusting faithless man, be wary,
And thus escape the fiend Despair,
That dug the grave of hapless Mary.
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