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FRAGMENTS - FlFTH SERIES.

23 Literary Gazette, 18th June, 1825, Page 396

My heart is as a grave, Where Hope and Love lie sleeping; With its dark thoughts like cypress, Watching and weeping.

Yet, flowers are on that grave, Albeit sad they be; And hidden treasures in it. Sweet memories of thee.

My heart is as a gem, Sullied and broken, But bearing signs that make it still A precious token.

Thy image has been there; Nothing can quite efface The beauty of the spot Which has been thy resting place:

As that garden of the East, In itself no longer fair, Has yet perfume on its beds, For the rose has once bloomed there.