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I loved the briar and roses fair,That scent alike the morning air;I loved to kneel with those in prayer— Heirs of immortal rest.
To guide my steps a father near,And brothers kind and sisters dearTo kiss away the falling tear, With arms of love caressed.
Like incense on the morning airArose for me a mother's prayer,And time rolled on without a care To check my youthful glee.
Where now's the cherished ones I knew!They have vanished like the morning dew,Tho' scenes are changed, yet fancy drew Their portraits on the mind.
A marble slab both long and wideNow marks the spot, so sure a guide,Where parents sleeping side by side, The weeping willows bend.
