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MARY's TOMB,
A Sonnet.
[I.]
What mournful noise resounds from yonder grove?The grove where Mary slumbers in her tomb;
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Which flings its sorrow to the midnight gloom—
II.
What figure's that, which glimmers through the trees?And drooping bends, upon the flowery green,
Whose locks wave gently with the fanning breeze,
And anguish'd views the sad surrounding scene.
III.
'Tis mourning Belville weeping o'er the urnWhere mould'ring in the dust his Mary lies,
Whom hope had sooth'd with smiles at his return,
But now deluding, shuns his sorrowing eyes.
IV.
His sad remembrance paints the lovely maid,Their former love, their happiness and joy,
When she in beauty and in health array'd,
Was the sole object of his mind's employ.
V.
When last he parted from her soft embraceTo seek the dangers of the ocean's swell;
When the tears trickled o'er her gentle face,
As he the beauteous mourner, bade farewell.
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VI.
Returning; she has fled his anxious arms,And sought the icy fetters of the tomb,
No more her Belville views her blooming charms,
But cloth'd in sorrow, sighs his hapless doom
VII.
O'er the fair maid, ye trees your verdure wave,Protect her with your wide and cooling shade,
Softly ye dews distill upon her grave,
Where Belville's tears the debt of sorrow paid.
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