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THE SOLDIER'S WIDOWAT THE GRAVE OF HER ONLY CHILD.
"In vain for me may summer's glow Make blooming nature smile;In vain may all the charms of spring Adorn our happy isle;
In vain for me may zephyrs kiss The lily's spotless breast;In vain for me the blushing rose In beauty's garb be dress'd;
In vain for me may pebbly brooks And winding streamlets run;In vain for me the rising morn, In vain the setting sun.
My world is yonder little grave, My all its narrow space;My only child reposes there, Lock'd in Death's cold embrace.
Yet peace is thine, sweet innocent! By care nor grief oppress'd;Thou sleep'st regardless of the pangs That rend thy mother's breast.
