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ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.
Yes, Marg'ret! in thee Ihave lost one whose love
Through life I had hoped would my pilgrimage cheer;
But though thou hast fled to the mansions above,
My trembling footseps may follow thee there.
Through life I had hoped would my pilgrimage cheer;
But though thou hast fled to the mansions above,
My trembling footseps may follow thee there.
Mourn not for Marg'ret! though great be our loss,
Though her sweet disposition endeared her to all;
If we strive for the crown, we must take up the Cross,
Else earth would our wayward affections enthrall.
Though cold is that heart which so warmly could glow,
Though silent that voice which so sweetly would thrill,
Though the sigh may arise, the unbidden tear flow,
We would bow to the stroke most submissively still.
Though her sweet disposition endeared her to all;
If we strive for the crown, we must take up the Cross,
Else earth would our wayward affections enthrall.
Though cold is that heart which so warmly could glow,
Though silent that voice which so sweetly would thrill,
Though the sigh may arise, the unbidden tear flow,
We would bow to the stroke most submissively still.
