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THOUGHTS ON ZERLINA THORN.
DROWNED AT TRENTON FALLS.
And art thou gone, fair, graceful child?
I dreamed not, mid this cataract wild,
Thy form would lie,
When, like a bright and budding flower,
I met thee in a summer bower,
Life in thine eye!
I dreamed not, mid this cataract wild,
Thy form would lie,
When, like a bright and budding flower,
I met thee in a summer bower,
Life in thine eye!
I saw thee in the airy dance,
With floating step, with kindling glance,
With happy brow;
A brother's arm around thee clung,
A parent's smile upon thee hung,
Where art thou now?
With floating step, with kindling glance,
With happy brow;
A brother's arm around thee clung,
A parent's smile upon thee hung,
Where art thou now?
O! cold and dark must be the grave,
Love-nurtur'd one!—the dashing wave
Rocks thy death-sleep,
And o'er thy glazed and unclosed eye,
The high-heav'd cliffs, all frowningly,
Their vigils keep!
Love-nurtur'd one!—the dashing wave
Rocks thy death-sleep,
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The high-heav'd cliffs, all frowningly,
Their vigils keep!
But why repine, though summer dews,
And flowers of soft and blended hues
Deck not thy sod?
Thy spirit from the wave up-springs,
Scatters the white foam from its wings,
And flies to God!
And flowers of soft and blended hues
Deck not thy sod?
Thy spirit from the wave up-springs,
Scatters the white foam from its wings,
And flies to God!
Trenton Falls, N. J.
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