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STANZAS.
When life deserts this lowly sphere,
And earth receives the form she gave,
Can wildest hope expect a tear,
From love or friendship on my grave.
And earth receives the form she gave,
Can wildest hope expect a tear,
From love or friendship on my grave.
The doubts of life, the fears of death
It might repel, and sure would sooth,
To know that feeling's purer breath,
Would still remember love and truth.
It might repel, and sure would sooth,
To know that feeling's purer breath,
Would still remember love and truth.
That one would come with tearful eye,
To seek me mid the world of gloom,
And find within my destiny,
All nature, but a living tomb.
To seek me mid the world of gloom,
And find within my destiny,
All nature, but a living tomb.
That life and death, howe'er remote,
Are links of one continued chain—
Which fate, has variously wrought,
To snap, or lengthen, or retain.
Are links of one continued chain—
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To snap, or lengthen, or retain.
Oh! could I deem, that one would joy,
To find her being link'd with mine—
Which time could singly ne'er destroy,
I would not, could not now repine,
To find her being link'd with mine—
Which time could singly ne'er destroy,
I would not, could not now repine,
Alone, alone, my course has been,
Alone, alone, my course must be—
No beacon light to cheer the scene—
The restless, boundless World of Sea.
Alone, alone, my course must be—
No beacon light to cheer the scene—
The restless, boundless World of Sea.
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