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288 FOREST MELODIES.
How bright its foliage, rich and green!
How sweet its cool refreshing shade! 'Tis fallen now, that beauteous screen,
Which cheer'd so oft my fainting head.
My tree has fallen!—see, it lies
Broken and shiver'd where it fell! This day I saw the storm arise,
And heard the fitful tempest swell; A fearful crash came on the air,
A darker cloud swept hurrying by; I look'd—my tree had fallen there
In all its loveliness to die..
My tree has fallen !—let me weep
O'er what I loved so long and well; Sweet mem'ries, and emotions deep,
With sadd'ning thoughts my bosom swell; The past, the past—its hallow'd hours,
My fallen one, are link'd with thee; Mem'ries, that scorn the tempest's power,
Are clinging to my fallen tree.
My tree has fallen!—thus I've seen,
When the dread blast of death swept by,
The young, the lovely, and the bright, In all their beauty droop and die!
I've wept above the fallen ones,
And wept till all my tears were dry,—