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Mournfully, ah! mournfully Shed the myrtle o'er her; Not alone with verse and flower— With the heart deplore her.

Sweet emotions, smiles and tears, Lived amid her numbers; Let their tender memory Sanctify her slumbers.

Angels claim the angel one; Fling the palm above her; Too late, with a fond regret, We find how much we love her.