Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THE STRANGERSBURIALCORNER. |
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THE STRANGERSBURIALCORNER.
Tread lightly Stranger, for the Brokenheart,In nameless rest, is slumbering 'neath thee here!
And tho' the grass be greener than elsewhere,
'Tis rank with cold Forgetfulness, whose smart,
Like Adder's sting, seeks out the tenderest part
Of the poor breast it wounds — no friendly Tear
Has watered this lone grave, nor true Love e'er
Strewed its vain Offerings, with simple art
Cheating a cureless woe: could that lone grave
Find but a voice, how much of Poesy
And Pathos it might wake! how many a brave
And injured one may here forgotten lie,
Seeking in Death from the World's Scorn to save
A broken Heart to Immortality!
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