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Rh —For me, as o'er the frequent grave I bend, And pensive down the vale of years descend;— Companions, parents, kindred called to mourn, Dropt from my side, or from my bosom torn; A boding voice, methinks, in Fancy's ear Speaks from the tomb, and cries "Thy friends are here!"