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OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME
(THE BROWN MAID.) |
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But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. |
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H. 4868. |
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