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Poems.
Ever green is that little spot,
Unfading those flowers are;
And time can never blot,
Gems that lie treasured there.
Unfading those flowers are;
And time can never blot,
Gems that lie treasured there.
THE MERMAID.
A mermaid arose from her coral cave,
In the depths of the dark, blue sea;
And sat on the crest of a sparkling wave,
Chanting her song o'er the mariner's grave,
In a language both wild and free.
In the depths of the dark, blue sea;
And sat on the crest of a sparkling wave,
Chanting her song o'er the mariner's grave,
In a language both wild and free.
O, come thou with me to my little grot,
'Neath the heave of the ocean's breast,
'T is a curious place, a lovely spot,
Where all the sorrows of earth forgot,
You will there be a welcome guest.
'Neath the heave of the ocean's breast,
'T is a curious place, a lovely spot,
Where all the sorrows of earth forgot,
You will there be a welcome guest.
My house is made of the brightest of shells,
That are found in this briny. bed;
There sweetest contentment forever dwells,
Of the mermaid's abode, no being tells,
None are there save the silent dead.
That are found in this briny. bed;
There sweetest contentment forever dwells,
Of the mermaid's abode, no being tells,
None are there save the silent dead.
