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THE LONE SURVIVER.                    59
I saw the last tree of the wood,
Where late a thousand strong-arm'd stood,
How sad it look'd to me! The last of all that lofty race, Alone it held its dreary place—
Thou art like that lone tree.
[ saw a bird which linger'd here
Till Autumn's breath grew chill and drear,
And every wing had flown— And thus thou tarriest, lone and sad, Though all thy friends have long since fled—
Thou 'rt like that lingerer lone.
I saw the last leaf, trembling, pale— Long did the rough and whistling gale
That single dry leaf fan ! How sad in loneliness it hung, Where late so many closely clung [—
Thou 'rt like that leaf, dear man.
E'en now the last pale, faded rose, Sheds its white petals to repose,
Where all the first decay— Thou lone surviver, see them fall, The last, the very last of all—
Thus thou wilt drop away 1 wu.
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