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SONNET.
Farewell! the memory of thee will not fly,
Like the light summer joys which once we shared;
Oh! it will live in my heart's treasury,
Still bright, and beautiful, and unimpaired.
There will I meditate the virtues rare,
Which formed the daily beauty of thy youth,
And pray for spirit like thy own, to share
Thy faith, thy peace, thy calmness, and thy truth.
Oh! early hallowed, thy unfainting feet
Tread in the immortal paths, yet I am here,
Mourning that thou must seek that blest retreat,
Where waits thy great reward; and my warm tear
Is pouring rapidly on that cold shrine,
That last sad trace of thee that now is mine.
Like the light summer joys which once we shared;
Oh! it will live in my heart's treasury,
Still bright, and beautiful, and unimpaired.
There will I meditate the virtues rare,
Which formed the daily beauty of thy youth,
And pray for spirit like thy own, to share
Thy faith, thy peace, thy calmness, and thy truth.
Oh! early hallowed, thy unfainting feet
Tread in the immortal paths, yet I am here,
Mourning that thou must seek that blest retreat,
Where waits thy great reward; and my warm tear
Is pouring rapidly on that cold shrine,
That last sad trace of thee that now is mine.
