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AN HONEST VALENTINE.
Heaven keep thee:
Nevermore above the ground
Be one relic of thee found:
Lay the turf so smooth, we crave,
None would guess it was a grave,
Save for grass that greener grows,
Or for wind that gentlier blows
All the earth o'er, from this spot
Where thou wert—and thou art not.
Heaven keep thee!
Nevermore above the ground
Be one relic of thee found:
Lay the turf so smooth, we crave,
None would guess it was a grave,
Save for grass that greener grows,
Or for wind that gentlier blows
All the earth o'er, from this spot
Where thou wert—and thou art not.
Heaven keep thee!
AN HONEST VALENTINE.
Returned from the Dead-Letter Office.
HANK ye for your kindness,Lady fair and wise,
Though love 's famed for blindness,
Lovers—hem! for lies.
Courtship 's mighty pretty,
Wedlock a sweet sight;—
Should I (from the city,
A plain man, Miss—) write,
Ere we spouse-and-wive it,
Just one honest line,
