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LITTLE EUGENE. 209
That faded 'neath the' autumnal sway,
Rises in all its bloom ; But those we loved, the young and fair,
Who droop'd as flow'rets die, Awake not with the vernal air,
And balmy zephyr's sigh!
Ah, no ! the dwellers in the tomb
The Spring cannot restore— The birds return, the flow'rets bloom,
But they shall wake no more ! Shall wake no more ? Nay! they shall rise—
Faith, spread thy glitt'ring wing ! The good shall bloom beyond the skies,
In an eternal Spring !
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How suddenly that lovely one
From life departed! As we have seen some flower half blown,
Some bud just started— Thus 'twas in loveliness crush'd down,
Fair and light-hearted.
Two summers, in their music tread,
Went wildly singing, Shedding their beauty o'er his head, 14