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 May the earth which enwraps thee be clothed with flowers The sweetest that bloom amid Spring's first showers; May the fresh dews of heaven its bosom bedew With a fragrance for ever undying, yet new, And rest thee in peace, loved Mytah.

"Nay, nay, Koreungat; say not so; Thou shar'st alike my weal, my woe. But vainly now I strive to shield My heart from ills by time unhealed. Still, o'er my fancy, one by one, Flit memories of joys bygone: From commune with myself I shrink Stung with the agony to think. What marvel if such lot be mine I seek not solace though 'twere thine? By heaven, when clouds deform the sky Each gloomy scene offends mine eye. Seeming to arrogate a share In sorrow mine alone to bear. Fond fool! a brighter hour succeeds.