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A FALLEN FRIEND. 227
A FALLEN FRIEND.
Fallen—not as the star That sweetly sinks away,
To' enlighten worlds afar With an untarnish'd ray.
Nor as the lovely fall,
(Blossoms on life's parterre,) Who rest beneath*the pall,
Bedew'd with many a. tear.
Nor as the soldier falls,
When the red field is won ;
Nor as from Zion's walls, The latest duty done.
Fallen, how sad to think!
From all that's pure and high! Fallen from ruin's brink,
To deepest infamy!
Fallen—how dark the thought Link'd with thy tarnish'd name!
Thy mem'ry now is fraught With burning tears of shame.