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A VISIT TO MY MOTHER'S GRAVE.
When zephyrs poured the doleful sound,
Like spirits from some fun'ral cave,
I 'mid the dormitory found,
My mother's lonely grave.
Like spirits from some fun'ral cave,
I 'mid the dormitory found,
My mother's lonely grave.
I must the hallowed spot endear,
Beneath the swell of sorrow's grave,
The scene awakes a filial tear,
My mother's lonely grave.
Beneath the swell of sorrow's grave,
The scene awakes a filial tear,
My mother's lonely grave.
Let me her dust with smiles resign,
Nor let my locks in sorrow lave,
While bending o'er the sacred sign,
My mother's lonely grave.
Nor let my locks in sorrow lave,
While bending o'er the sacred sign,
My mother's lonely grave.
My eyes were still in sorrow drowned,
Which bends the stout and stills the brave,
And I in silence left behind,
My mother's lonely grave.
Which bends the stout and stills the brave,
And I in silence left behind,
My mother's lonely grave.
Farewell, my dearest friend awhile,
I have no good on earth to crave;
On thee, O let me drop a smile,
My mother's lonely grave.
I have no good on earth to crave;
On thee, O let me drop a smile,
My mother's lonely grave.
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