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Yet mem'ry still, dear parted maid! Shall hover round thy grassy tomb;And deck the spot where thou art laid, With simple flow'rs of freshest bloom;
The flow'rs I mean, are love and truth, Warm off'rings from a heart sincere!And such as thy translated youth And angel-state, may deign to hear.
Warm-hearted, gen'rous, tender friend! Adieu!—yet, not a long adieu—For soon this mortal state shall end, And I shall be at rest like you.
A few and evil years gone by; No longer toss'd on life's rough wave,The mourner and the mourn'd shall lie Together in the peaceful grave.
INDEPENDENCE.
I sigh not for the charms of pow'r, Nor glitt'ring stores of wealth;I sigh for peace in some lone bow'r, With competence and health.
