 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
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TO ADA IN PARADISE.
As fades the Violet in the dews of morning,
Whose tender leaves should have revived therewith,
Didst thou, with rosy health thy cheeks adorning—
Seming most deathless in the arms of Death!
Whose tender leaves should have revived therewith,
Didst thou, with rosy health thy cheeks adorning—
Seming most deathless in the arms of Death!
As wakes the Violet Winter Frosts have withered,
Putting on beauty new in Spring again—
Re-robed with fadeless splendor newly gathered—
Shalt thou from Death to Life in Heaven to reign.
Putting on beauty new in Spring again—
Re-robed with fadeless splendor newly gathered—
Shalt thou from Death to Life in Heaven to reign.
Blessed forever! blessed be thy springing
From Death's cold Winter to immortal bloom,
As Dove-like thy pure soul to Heaven goes singing,
Borne up by Angels from the silent tomb.
From Death's cold Winter to immortal bloom,
As Dove-like thy pure soul to Heaven goes singing,
Borne up by Angels from the silent tomb.
Villa Allegra, Ga., Sept. 8, 1848.
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