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LITTLE EUGENE. 209
That faded 'neath the' autumnal sway,
Rises in all its bloom ; But those we loved, the young and fair,
Who droop'd as flow'rets die, Awake not with the vernal air,
And balmy zephyr's sigh!
Ah, no ! the dwellers in the tomb
The Spring cannot restore— The birds return, the flow'rets bloom,
But they shall wake no more ! Shall wake no more ? Nay! they shall rise—
Faith, spread thy glitt'ring wing ! The good shall bloom beyond the skies,
In an eternal Spring !
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LITTLE EUGENE.
How suddenly that lovely one
From life departed! As we have seen some flower half blown,
Some bud just started— Thus 'twas in loveliness crush'd down,
Fair and light-hearted.
Two summers, in their music tread,
Went wildly singing, Shedding their beauty o'er his head, 14 |
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