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UNDER THE WILLOW TREE. (SONG.)
UNDER the willow tree lay her,
Where night-tears evermore weep,
As they fall on a young girl's pillow—
Death's bride in her peaceful sleep.

Nor hang her frail harp on the willow,
Its gold strings loose and unstrung;
The night-wind sobbing around it,
The green leaves and silence among.

But write on her grave this story,
"A harp with its gold strings unstrung;"
Not on the green bough we'll leave it,
For ne'er on the willow it hung.

But shattered—buried for ever,
Strains once so wild and so mellow;
We shall hear them never again,
She sleeps safe under the willow.