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On the Death of my brother Charles D. S.
Beloved Brother! art thou gone?
Departed from this world below?
Thou wast thy parents' youngest born,
Surely, thou can't be gone?—oh no!
Departed from this world below?
Thou wast thy parents' youngest born,
Surely, thou can't be gone?—oh no!
Methinks I see thy cheerful face,
Or hear thy pleasant voice in mimic tone,
But when I look upon the hearth-stone place,
Behold thou art not there!—thou'rt gone!
Or hear thy pleasant voice in mimic tone,
But when I look upon the hearth-stone place,
Behold thou art not there!—thou'rt gone!
Dearest brother, rest in peace!
Thy memory's to thy friends most dear,
And till our hearts' vibrations cease,
We'll think of thee with loving care.
Thy memory's to thy friends most dear,
And till our hearts' vibrations cease,
We'll think of thee with loving care.
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