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3. Cora Dean was formed for loving, Cheering the hearts of all;' None could sigh where she was moving, Birds tuned their carols to her call; Fields grew fairer at her coming, Flowers a more joyful throng; [ing, Skies were bright where she was roam-Streams danced the lighter to her song. |
3 Eyes bedimned with tears are streaming Round her deserted home; Silent stars are nightly beaming, Lending a sadness to the gloom, While the winds of summer dying, Borne from the deep, dark wave, O'er the land in dirges sighing, Murmur with sorrow round her grave. |
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