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FOREST MELODIES. |
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Another voice Proceeded from the room of death, Where now a strong youth gasp'd for breath; Ah! with a pleading eye he turn'd From the fond hearts that o'er him yeam'd, And though his voice was faint and weak, With trembling lips I heard him speak,
Or rather groan:—
" Forbear, 0 Death ! Thou monster of the grave, delay ! Call not my spirit yet away: For there are hopes still unattain'd, Heights of ambition not yet gain'd ; And there is one, with tearful eye, Who cannot yet behold me die—
Spare me awhile!"
And next I heard A tender, supplicating tone From a sad chamber still and lone, Where knelt a manly form in prayer, Amidst his children young and fair: As the pale suff'rer raised her head, With looks of agony she said,
With many sobs :—
" Spare me, 0 Death-1 I cannot leave my own sweet home, |
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