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THE TOMB OF HENRY.
Where Hudson's murmuring billows
Kiss Jersey's verdant shore,
Beneath those spreading willows
Sleeps Henry of the moor.
The pride of all the plain
Was Anna's chosen swain:
But Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
Kiss Jersey's verdant shore,
Beneath those spreading willows
Sleeps Henry of the moor.
The pride of all the plain
Was Anna's chosen swain:
But Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
They loved with pure affection,
Their artless souls were true;
The promising connection
Their friends with rapture view,
And name the morn of May
Their happy wedding day.
But Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
Their artless souls were true;
The promising connection
Their friends with rapture view,
And name the morn of May
Their happy wedding day.
But Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
They hail the rising morrow,
Which dawns to see them blest;
But ah! ere eve, what sorrow
Fills Anna's lovely breast!
She sees the Hudson's wave
Become her Henry's grave;
And Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
Which dawns to see them blest;
But ah! ere eve, what sorrow
Fills Anna's lovely breast!
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Become her Henry's grave;
And Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
She tears her flowing tresses,
Invokes his parted breath,
And with her wild caresses
Invites him back from death;
But ah! her lip's warm kiss
Imparts no glow to his!
And Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
Invokes his parted breath,
And with her wild caresses
Invites him back from death;
But ah! her lip's warm kiss
Imparts no glow to his!
And Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
She sees beneath the willow
Her lover laid to rest,
The earth his nuptial pillow,
And not her virgin breast.
Around his verdant tomb
The early daisies bloom;
There Anna weeps, there Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
Her lover laid to rest,
The earth his nuptial pillow,
And not her virgin breast.
Around his verdant tomb
The early daisies bloom;
There Anna weeps, there Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping-willow tree.
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