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MARIANETTA.
She came, a little stranger,
From a soft and sunny clime,
Where the bud is ne'er in danger,
For 't is ever summer time.
From a soft and sunny clime,
Where the bud is ne'er in danger,
For 't is ever summer time.
There orange-groves are showing
Golden fruit and snowy flowers,
On their boughs together growing
By the never-fading bowers.
Golden fruit and snowy flowers,
On their boughs together growing
By the never-fading bowers.
The rivulet and fountain
By the frost are never chained;
And the earth of vale and mountain
Is with silver brightly veined.
By the frost are never chained;
And the earth of vale and mountain
Is with silver brightly veined.
The crystal rivers gliding
Over pebbles that are gold,
Are a blooming land dividing,
And the year is never old.
Over pebbles that are gold,
Are a blooming land dividing,
And the year is never old.
The tender blade is springing
From the ever-verdant sod,
And the feathered warbler singing
Ceaseless praise to nature's God.
From the ever-verdant sod,
And the feathered warbler singing
Ceaseless praise to nature's God.
A smiling infant daughter
By her happy mother's side,
She crossed the rolling water
Of an ocean, deep and wide.
By her happy mother's side,
She crossed the rolling water
Of an ocean, deep and wide.
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She left the bloom and spices
In her sunny place of birth,
But to come where wint'ry ices
Were to wrap her bed of earth!
In her sunny place of birth,
But to come where wint'ry ices
Were to wrap her bed of earth!
She heard her Maker calling
For the spirit that he gave;
And she left the snow-wreaths falling
That have gathered round her grave.
For the spirit that he gave;
And she left the snow-wreaths falling
That have gathered round her grave.
As the little bird, beholding
How the leaf in autumn dies,
With her ready wing unfolding,
Flies away to warmer skies—
How the leaf in autumn dies,
With her ready wing unfolding,
Flies away to warmer skies—
On a seraph's rising pinion,
Over earthly chill and blight,
She hath sought the bright dominion
Of eternal life and light.
Over earthly chill and blight,
She hath sought the bright dominion
Of eternal life and light.
Though short her infant story
From the cradle to the clod,
It hath ended in the glory
Of an angel praising God.
From the cradle to the clod,
It hath ended in the glory
Of an angel praising God.
And she sings, perhaps, more sweetly,—
She adores with warmer love,—
That she passed o'er earth so fleetly,—
Was so soon at home above!
She adores with warmer love,—
That she passed o'er earth so fleetly,—
Was so soon at home above!
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