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II. “Beneath the Cypress' Gloomy Shade.”
Beneath the cypress' gloomy shade,Deep in a still and leafy glade,
In peace my grey-haired sire is laid,
To wake on earth no more.
None knows save I his quiet tomb;
Each morn with saddened heart I come,
And gaze upon his narrow home,
Till grief's full cup runs o'er.
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