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MARY. 211
So early call'd, And suddenly, thou fondly cherish'd one, As we have seen a star, the brightest, fall
From where it shone!
And like a star, • That seems to set, but shines away, away— Thus art thou cheering other worlds afar With thy lost ray.
' Twere sad to die -Ere yet life's rising sun had reach'd its noon; Ere from the bright flowers, or the gorgeous sky,
One tint has gone !
How sad to leave A world as radiant and as fair as ours, ' When Hope and Fancy round the spirit weave
Their bond of flowers!
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While stronger yet
These kindred ties—these link'd affections—bind
Down to a world with transient joys replete,
The' immortal mind!
There is one hope Which can compensate for the ties thus riven— One that can bear the sinking spirit up,
The hope of heaven. |
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