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Above my pillow of repose;
Or sings to me, at daylight's close,
Some solemn air, Whose thrilling numbers late arose
In sweetness there.
" Methinks I see at morning light, And through the watches of the night,
That look so mild— That mother's tender look' of love, It follows me where'er I rove,.
That still, sad smile— 0 ! stoops she not from heaven above,
To bless her child?"
The last faint smile of twilight Was ling'ring in the west,
And nature's harp of myriad strings Hung languidly at rest.
I rose from the turf that covers A brother's mold'ring form,
Where I had just been kneeling To plant a wild rose germ.
When lo! a step intrusive Among the tombs I heard,
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