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A FRAGMENT.
Alas! for our love, and alas! for the hour, Both proved like a meteor darting,The frost of misfortune soon withered the flower, Soon bitterly fell on our parting.The friends then about me have left me in gloom, Are now far from me and each other,Two gone to the altar and one to the tomb, The last one a wife and a mother.
Oh! Mary, I bear in my memory still The songs that you sang to us then,They breathe o'er my heart with a harrowing thrill As I never shall hear them again.Dear friend of my childhood, we laid her to rest Where the violets bloom on the turf o'er her breast.Alone I am dreaming of glances long fled, With a sigh for the living, a tear for the dead.
