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stone marks the spot, but a little green mound is still
visible in the parish burial-ground of D———.
Jane's Soliloquy to her Sister.
Hush! no, I cannot hear a breath;
Her sleep—how like the sleep of death.
Fatigued, at length she sinks to rest,
Her weary head drooped on her breast.
Her sleep—how like the sleep of death.
Fatigued, at length she sinks to rest,
Her weary head drooped on her breast.
Come, let me gently lay thee down
On this our bed, though not of down:
Whilst I my midnight watch will keep,
Well pleased thou canst not see me weep.
On this our bed, though not of down:
Whilst I my midnight watch will keep,
Well pleased thou canst not see me weep.
Soft be thy slumber—light and mild,
Sweet sister Marrion, gentle child.
Alone within this wide world left,
Of every other friend bereft,
Thou'rt all on earth now left to me,
And I am all, dear child, to thee.
Sweet sister Marrion, gentle child.
Alone within this wide world left,
Of every other friend bereft,
Thou'rt all on earth now left to me,
And I am all, dear child, to thee.
Oh, how I love thee, fated one!
My sick heart aches for thee alone.
I grieve to see thy form so fair,
For want of exercise and air,
Drooping and languishing each day,
Sickening with premature decay;
And though I toil with all my power,
From early morn to midnight hour,
My sick heart aches for thee alone.
I grieve to see thy form so fair,
For want of exercise and air,
Drooping and languishing each day,
Sickening with premature decay;
And though I toil with all my power,
From early morn to midnight hour,
