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A. B.
[The gentle playmates of her youth are near]
The gentle playmates of her youth are near,
The soft companions of her earlier days;
Yet she, of all the fairest, is not here,
And Love, beside her grave, in sorrow prays.
The soft companions of her earlier days;
Yet she, of all the fairest, is not here,
And Love, beside her grave, in sorrow prays.
“Return, alas! return,”—in vain they cry,
Why, in thy maiden sweetness, art thou fled?
Why leave the realms of life, and gladness?—why
Doth youth's bright morning waken for the dead?
Why, in thy maiden sweetness, art thou fled?
Why leave the realms of life, and gladness?—why
Doth youth's bright morning waken for the dead?
Vain sorrows—fond complaints—and weeping vain!
For she hath reached her beauteous home above;
Recalled by heavenly voice, and free from stain,
To join the kingdom meek of joy and love.
For she hath reached her beauteous home above;
Recalled by heavenly voice, and free from stain,
To join the kingdom meek of joy and love.
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