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Poems.
As weeping she kissed his pallid brow,
For the hand of death was there.
Disease now prey'd on that youthful form,
And dimmed his once sparkling eye,
The roseate morning of life was chilled,
His pulses, all prostrate lie.
For the hand of death was there.
Disease now prey'd on that youthful form,
And dimmed his once sparkling eye,
The roseate morning of life was chilled,
His pulses, all prostrate lie.
He felt that Ins earthly course was brief;
It damped not his spirits glow,
To think thus young he must bid adieu
To childhood's bright dreams below,
It pained him to see his parent weep;
He knew that she wept for him;
He sought to sweeten her grievous cup,
With sadness filled to the brim.
It damped not his spirits glow,
To think thus young he must bid adieu
To childhood's bright dreams below,
It pained him to see his parent weep;
He knew that she wept for him;
He sought to sweeten her grievous cup,
With sadness filled to the brim.
Dear Mother, weep not, although so soon
I shall pass away from earth,
I go to a brighter realm above,
The home of my spirit's birth.
I feel that 't is hard to die so young,
When life is both fresh and fair,
I'd like to linger still longer here,
And breathe the sweet-scented air.
I shall pass away from earth,
I go to a brighter realm above,
The home of my spirit's birth.
I feel that 't is hard to die so young,
When life is both fresh and fair,
I'd like to linger still longer here,
And breathe the sweet-scented air.
