 | Poems by Three Friends |  |
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EPITAPH.
If we should weep when Death destroys
The tender parents' dearest joys,
As in each virtue's early bloom,
He leads their children to the tomb,
Then may the parents' fondest tear
Be shed o'er her who slumbers here.
The tender parents' dearest joys,
As in each virtue's early bloom,
He leads their children to the tomb,
Then may the parents' fondest tear
Be shed o'er her who slumbers here.
Yet sorrowing not as those who see
No joy in dim futurity,
They trust, as many an earthly love
Matures in happier worlds above,
The bud they fondly cherished here,
Will blossom in a brighter sphere.
No joy in dim futurity,
They trust, as many an earthly love
Matures in happier worlds above,
The bud they fondly cherished here,
Will blossom in a brighter sphere.
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