He, dying, hoqueath'd to,his son a gopd Berne, 3Vhieh, urmuPied, descended to me; ForA?itchild I've preoerv'd it, unblembh'd with shame, still from a spot shall g9 free. SHE WALKS IN BF..qUTY. 8HB walks in Ix?uty like the night Of cloudlea elhnes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet, in her aspect and heF eyes; Thus mellme'd to that tender light Which heaven fj gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less Had half impair'd the nameleto frace Which waves in ev'ry raven trem, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Witere thoughts oerenely sweet express , How pure--how dear the dwelling place. And on that cheek and o'er that brew So soft? so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent, A A?M? peace with all below, whoes love is ingtocent. IT 18 NOT T[4g TF, AIL IT is not the tear at this moment shed, When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him; That can tell how belov'd was the soul that's fed, Or how deep in our heart we deplore him; salem the tear t?hreugh many a long day wepts Through a life by his loss all shaded, 'Tis the sad remembrance fondly kept, When all othm. frbk?re faded.
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