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Are they gone ! 159
And lo, 'tis onward still! Vain, vain their search ! Th' immortal mind No earthly happiness can find,
Its mighty void to fill.
Delusive dream! These long-sought joys Are naught but empty, fleeting toys,
Like bubbles on the wave : A moment they allure us here, Then rapidly they disappear,
And perish in the grave !
AEE THEY GONE?
A long-absent friend sat down by our hearth,
And I saw a deep shadow of gloom Pass over his brow, as he spoke, with a sigh,
Of those dear ones who sleep in the tomb. "Are they gone?" he exclaim'd, and his voice was so sad
That it moved the deep fountains of grief; They burst from concealment, and bitterly flow'd,
Till my bosom experienced relief.
" Are they gone ?"—And he gazed on the vacant seats
Of our circle, deserted and lone, As if he would question the sorrowful truth—
Can it be, can it be they are gone ?