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MY BROTHER
“Meorum prime sodalium.”
—
Horace.
With falt'ring step I came to see,
In Death's unheeding apathy,
That friend so dear in life to me,
My Brother!
In Death's unheeding apathy,
That friend so dear in life to me,
My Brother!
'Mid flowers of loveliest scent and hue
That strew'd thy form, 'twas sad to view
Thy lifeless face peep wanly through,
My Brother!
That strew'd thy form, 'twas sad to view
Thy lifeless face peep wanly through,
My Brother!
Why did they (there they did not feel!)
With studious care all else conceal,
But thy cold face alone reveal,
My Brother?
With studious care all else conceal,
But thy cold face alone reveal,
My Brother?
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They might have known, what us'd to glow
With smiles, and oft dispell'd my woe,
Would chill me most, when faded so,
My Brother!
With smiles, and oft dispell'd my woe,
Would chill me most, when faded so,
My Brother!
The tolling of thy funeral bell,
The nine low notes that spoke thy knell,
I know not how I bore so well,
My Brother!
The nine low notes that spoke thy knell,
I know not how I bore so well,
My Brother!
But oh! the chill, dank mould that slid,
Dull-sounding, on thy coffin-lid,
That drew more tears than all beside,
My Brother!
Dull-sounding, on thy coffin-lid,
That drew more tears than all beside,
My Brother!
And then I hurried fast away;
How could I e'er have borne to stay
Where careless hand inhum'd thy clay,
My Brother?
How could I e'er have borne to stay
Where careless hand inhum'd thy clay,
My Brother?
C. T.
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