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THE PARISH GIRL.
A dew-drop in the sunny beam;
A wither'd leaf in Autumn's blast,
A flow'ret on its broken stem,—
The little dream of life is past.
A wither'd leaf in Autumn's blast,
A flow'ret on its broken stem,—
The little dream of life is past.
Yon linden-alley spreads along,
With leafy shadows broad and fair;
Oh! take me from the worldly throng,
And lay the Child of Sorrow there.
With leafy shadows broad and fair;
Oh! take me from the worldly throng,
And lay the Child of Sorrow there.
And lay me where the brooklet flows
Through violet banks of purple bloom;
And weep not when the wintry snows
Are whitening o'er my early tomb.
Through violet banks of purple bloom;
And weep not when the wintry snows
Are whitening o'er my early tomb.
For I am sick of ling'ring here,
These scenes of want and woe to see;
The earth is broad, the earth is fair,
But in it, is no room for me.
These scenes of want and woe to see;
The earth is broad, the earth is fair,
But in it, is no room for me.
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That little stream that warbles by,
Will find a home in Ocean's breast;
Those clouds within the western sky,
Will fold their wearied wings to rest.
Will find a home in Ocean's breast;
Those clouds within the western sky,
Will fold their wearied wings to rest.
But I, a houseless wanderer roam,
By day in want, by night in fears;
A stranger's hearth—my only home,
My only couch—a bed of tears.
By day in want, by night in fears;
A stranger's hearth—my only home,
My only couch—a bed of tears.
Mysterious law! whose stern decree
My life to shame and sorrow gave,
Thy wings of darkness close o'er me,
And give—'tis all thou can'st—the Grave.
My life to shame and sorrow gave,
Thy wings of darkness close o'er me,
And give—'tis all thou can'st—the Grave.
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