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0 ! then, let us think of that better land, Where we 'II meet the blest friends who have
gone before To that happy home, on that brighter shore— For these partings and sighings will all be o'er, And the blooming cheek shall fade no more,
When we greet that angel band !
0 send me that promised flower From thy forest home in that western glade! But let it be one that bloom'd in the shade Where thou, in thy musings, hast often stray'd, And where in their gladness thy children play'd
At the beautiful twilight hour.
1841. b
DEW-DROPS. We have fallen on the green sward,
Where the happy children play, Where their feet, in sportive gladness,
Early shook our pearls away.
We have lain upon the blossoms When they gather'd them at morn;
We have kept them bright and glowing, Some sweet bosom to adorn.
We have glisten'd at the bridal With the brilliant and the fair;
When the solemn vow was utter'd, We were faintly trembling there. |
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