 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
EUTHANASIA.
She died in meekness, like the noiseless lamb
When slain upon the altar by the knife;
And lay reclining on her couch so calm,
That all who saw her said she still had life;
And like the humming-bird that seeks the bower,
But wings her swiftly from the place away—
Bearing the dew-drop from the fading flower—
Her spirit wandered to the Isle of Day.
When slain upon the altar by the knife;
And lay reclining on her couch so calm,
That all who saw her said she still had life;
And like the humming-bird that seeks the bower,
But wings her swiftly from the place away—
Bearing the dew-drop from the fading flower—
Her spirit wandered to the Isle of Day.
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She died in softness, like the Dorian flute
When heard melodious on the hills at night—
When every voice but that loved-one is mute,
And all the holy heavens above are bright.
And like the rain-bow of the sunny skies,
(The dew-drop fillet of the brow of even,)
That blends its colors as the evening dies,
Her beauty melted in the light of Heaven.
When heard melodious on the hills at night—
When every voice but that loved-one is mute,
And all the holy heavens above are bright.
And like the rain-bow of the sunny skies,
(The dew-drop fillet of the brow of even,)
That blends its colors as the evening dies,
Her beauty melted in the light of Heaven.
New York, October, 1837.
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