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[  26    ] SONNET, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY WERTER. MAKE there my tomb, beneath the lime-trees shade, Where grass and flowers in wild luxuriance wave; Let no memorial mark where I am laid, Or point to common eyes the lover's grave: But oft at twilight morn, or closing day, The faithful friend with fault'ring step shall glide, Tributes of fond regret by stealth to pay, And sigh for the unhappy suicide. And sometimes, when the fun with parting rays Gilds the long grass that hides my silent bed, The tear shall tremble in my eyes; Dear precious drops! they shall embalm the dead. Yes! o'er the mournful spot shall weep, Where her poor and his sorrows sleep. FINIS.