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 'Twas there where hours of rapture past Still o'er the spot their influence cast, Where every herb that round her grew Flourished familiar to her view, Soothed by the thought of time gone by That Mytah wished in peace to die;— There, when her fast-receding breath Might yield her to the tyrant Death, In solitude she wished to lie. She knew 'twas fancy; yet, 'twas sweet To think the earth she oft had trod And wandered o'er with careless feet Would shield her with its sheltering sod. If feeling yet pursued that state,1 That gloom which all must penetrate, 'Twould soothe her lonely heart to know The accustomed trees around that grow; The frail mimosa o'er her bending Its feathery foliage of emerald green Seemed sensitive of the aid 'twas lending To shroud her closing scene; And 'twas a pleasing melancholy To think when soon the tree must die,2 O'er her lone grave 'twould seem to show