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202 FOREST MELODIES.
-THE EARLY BLEST.
They raised her faint and languid head,
Just as the rising sun Its first bright beams of beauty shed
Around the dying one. Back from her white and glist'ning brow
The bright, damp ringlets lay; And in her eyes of tranquil blue
Gleam'd an unearthly ray. Consumption's glow was on her cheek,
Its seal of fearful red, When, in a voice whose tones were weak
And tremulous, she said:—
" Ere yonder morning sun shall hide
Its brightness in the west, I shall have pass'd the rolling tide,
And found eternal rest. The sad vicissitudes of life
Will with your child be o'er, And earth's o'erburd'ning weariness
Oppress her heart no more.
" Thou thinkest strange that earthly ills Can blight a heart so young,
Knowing their mists have fallen light Upon thy darling one;