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PLEADINGS WITH DEATH. 351
For the dark mansions of the tomb ; I cannot leave my husband's side, Leave my young babes without a guide; I would not pass away so soon, Ere I have reach'd life's sunny noon-Call me not now!"
Again, at eve An aged man, with locks of gray Which glisten'd in the sunset ray, Reclining, view'd with thoughtful eye The loveliness which clothed the sky, The verdure hanging on the trees,-And caught the odour-laden breeze,
As thus he spoke :—
" Be kind, 0 Death ! Spare me awhile, though youth has fled; Though hopes are gone, and friends are dead I My heart, though lonely as the tomb, Still clings to this sweet world of bloom— O, cruel Death! thy work delay, Nor call the lone one yet away—
Stay, stay thy hand I"