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MY TREE HAS FALLEN.
Affections crush'd within the tomb, And hopes beneath the loved ones lie.
My tree has fallen!—spring will come;
These drooping-fiowers'will bloom again, The fading foliage brighten too,
And nature's choir awaken then; But this poor tree will rise no more .
To catch the gentle zephyr's sigh, To greet the sunshine or the shower,
For " where it falleth, it shall lie."
My tree has fallen!—let it rest,
It is not thus with those who die; The pure, the holy, and the blest,
Shall live beyond- our wintry sky. A glorious spring-time hastens on—
Our fallen friends at length shall rise, And hail with joy the peerless dawn
Of life eternal in the skies.
My tree has fallen!—cruel-winds
Blow fiercely on, nor cease to wail; Crush all that's beautiful and bright,
And requiems sing where ye prevail! Ye fearful blasts of death! sweep on
In all your terror, all your gloom-^ Ye cannot blight th' immortal mind,
Nor crush its hopes beyond the tomb! 19