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THE FORGOTTEN. 133
Above her grave the turf was not yet green, When he who wept so late her couch beside,
Approach'd the altar with a brow serene, Leading another and a fairer bride.
No more shall tears, for the belov'd one shed, Stain that fond cheek lit up with smiles so soon;
No more shall wailings o'er the early dead, In sadness steal around that marble stone.
Ah, no!" another claims within that heart The place left vacant there by buried love;
Another's smiles have drawn the rankling dart, And wreaths of gladness for the mourner wove.
Rest, thou forgotten one! No startling sighs Shall burden the soft zephyrs near thy tomb;
Another fills the place, by thee so priz'd,
In that chang'd heart, and that deserted home.
0 loveŚConnubial love! and art thou this, A flame soon smother'd in the closing grave ?
A spirit vanishing with no impress
Left on the lonely walk, or moon-lit wave ?
Alas! what fond memorial of the dead ^ Shall earth retain when human hearts forget ?
When hearts forget! Ah, well it hath been said, That " Change on all things hath her signet set."