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“Clasp me a little longer, on the brink
“Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress;
“And when this heart hath ceased to beat—Oh! think,
“And let it mitigate thy woe's excess,
“That thou hast been to me all tenderness,
“And friend to more than human friendship just.
“Oh! by that retrospect of happiness,
“And by the hopes of an immortal trust,
“God will assuage thy pangs—when I am laid in dust!”
Campbell's Gertrude of Wyoming.
“Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress;
“And when this heart hath ceased to beat—Oh! think,
“And let it mitigate thy woe's excess,
“That thou hast been to me all tenderness,
“And friend to more than human friendship just.
“Oh! by that retrospect of happiness,
“And by the hopes of an immortal trust,
“God will assuage thy pangs—when I am laid in dust!”
Campbell's Gertrude of Wyoming.
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TO
THE SISTERS OF MY FRIEND,
THE FOLLOWING LINES
ARE AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED
BY ONE
WHO WILL ALWAYS FEEL FOR THEM THE REGARD
OF A
BROTHER.
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“It is not only by assuring his disciples that they shall ‘know each other,’ that our Saviour consoles them; it is by assuring them that they shall be ‘united together;’ that all their former affections, all their former connection shall return; that the valley and shadow of death obliterates none of their recollection, and diminishes nothing of their love.” Alison. Bath, January 1, 1820.
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LINES
WRITTEN ON TWELFTH NIGHT, 1820.
It is the hour when hearts are gay;
When smiling Friends their hands unite,
And talk of pleasures past away,
Anticipating new delight;
And many mansions will display
The charms of dance and song to-night:
Happy and blest will many be,
Joy smiles on them,—but not on me.
When smiling Friends their hands unite,
And talk of pleasures past away,
Anticipating new delight;
And many mansions will display
The charms of dance and song to-night:
Happy and blest will many be,
Joy smiles on them,—but not on me.
It is the hour when Lovers meet,
When faggots blaze, and tales are told;
When all their yearly sports repeat,
The sports that charmed our sires of old:
And now age claims a cheerful seat,
Youth's harmless gambols to behold:
Now Old and Young from care are free,
Joy smiles on many—not on me.
When faggots blaze, and tales are told;
When all their yearly sports repeat,
The sports that charmed our sires of old:
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Youth's harmless gambols to behold:
Now Old and Young from care are free,
Joy smiles on many—not on me.
It is an hour by custom crowned
With mirth and music every year;
When jests and Christmas games goround,
Those games by Time made doubly dear:
Now Friendship's kindest accents sound,
And all we see and all we hear
Are sights and songs of mirth and glee;
Joy smiles on many—but not on me.
With mirth and music every year;
When jests and Christmas games goround,
Those games by Time made doubly dear:
Now Friendship's kindest accents sound,
And all we see and all we hear
Are sights and songs of mirth and glee;
Joy smiles on many—but not on me.
It is an hour when some may boast
The cheerful breast, the placid brow;
But aching hearts now suffer most,
And shrink from joys they used to know;
The valued Friend so lately lost,
By me is mourned more sadly now:
With sighs each happy form I see,
Joy smiles on others—not on me.
The cheerful breast, the placid brow;
But aching hearts now suffer most,
And shrink from joys they used to know;
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By me is mourned more sadly now:
With sighs each happy form I see,
Joy smiles on others—not on me.
THE END.
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