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Rh Love, and its own life, had power to keep it

From all wrong—from every blight but thine!

Cruel Death! The young leaves droop and languish;

Evening's gentle air may still restore—

No! the morning sunshine mocks my anguish—

Time, for me, must never blossom more!

Strike it down, that other boughs may flourish

Where that perished sapling used to be;

Thus, at least, its mouldering corpse will nourish

That from which it sprung—Eternity.

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VIEWS OF LIFE.

sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,

And life can show no joy for me;

And I behold a yawning tomb,

Where bowers and palaces should be;

In vain you talk of morbid dreams;

In vain you gaily smiling say,

That what to me so dreary seems,

The healthy mind deems bright and gay.