f?f?TIMBNTAL To bathe the burnir. g brow of care, To cheer the light of' morrow But bachelor. alter nature's Her dearest 4'ise they ?ever; No children Lisp around his knee, I'll be a bachelor---never. They speak of the joys the bachelor knows, ' When wine is flowing round them; But mark him when tim morning dawns, What dimnai? tbooghto t?found him_ A pair of tongs without a leg, The snuffers without either ! Are not more useless in their way, I'll be a baebelor?never. MEDORA'S SONG. DEEP in my ?oul that tender secret dwells, Lonely end Lost to light forevermore, 8ave when to thine my b6art res ?!?asive �Then trembles into silence as before.. There in its eent? = sepulchral lamp--* Burns.the slow fieme eternaL--but _mmseu? � Which not the darkness of denpair can damp, Tough vain i. t9, r? as,it had never been. RemembeF me?-oh! pass not thou my frays Without one thought whose reli'? there The only pang my bosom dare not brave, Must be to find forgetfulness in thine. M?fondest?faintest--latest--aeeents hear:. rief for the dead not virtue can reprove; ' Then give me all I ever ask'd--a tear, The firstslast---sole reward Of so much love!
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