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LINES—TO A LADY.

Lady! my mountain-pathway wends
 Where thou wilt never dwell;
And now to thee, and all my friends,
 I wave a last farewell!
Far in the dim and distant West
 On fair Kentucky's shore,
Still dwell the friends who love me best
 And one, whom I adore;
And there, where fairy footsteps rove,
 Entombed among the flowers
Still sleeps the friend I used to love
 In my young happy hours.

Ask you if she was young and fair?
 Her charms can ne'er be told;
The trembling lustre of her hair
 Was radiant, radiant gold.
Her mouth was like a rose-bud, wet
 In summer's softest showers;
Her eyes among the stars seemed set,
 Her feet among the flowers;