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WHAT I LOVE. 271
Weep for those who tarry longest -
In our uncongenial clime; Those whose hopes are link'd the strongest
To the fleeting things of time.
But for such as pass away
In the spring-time of their years,
Those who pass from earth's decay, It were well to dry thy tears!
If their life, however brief,
Has but taught them how to die,
Why should mists of tears and grief Cloud their passage to the sky ?
0! ye bright and early bless'd, We would breathe a soft adieu!
Yet, while envying such a rest, Why should tears be shed for you ?
WHAT I LOYE.
0 ! I love the shady grove,
Where the sun-beam never plays; And the sunny lawn I love, • Gleaming in the noon-tide rays.
And the cloudless skies I love,
Love their beaming depths of blue; And the clouds that wildly rove, . Lighted with a crimson hue.