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And she is gone—the royal and the young, In soul commanding, and in heart benign; Who, from a race of Kings and Heroes sprung, Glowed with a spirit lofty as her line. Now may the voice she loved on earth so well, Breathe forth her name, unheeded and in vain; Nor can those eyes on which her own would dwell, Wake from that breast one sympathy again: The ardent heart, the towering mind are fled, Yet shall undying love still linger with the dead.

Oh! many a bright existence we have seen Quenched, in the glow and fulness of its prime; And many a cherished flower, ere now, hath been Cropt, ere its leaves were breathed upon by time. We have lost Heroes in their noon of pride, Whose fields of triumph gave them but a bier; And we have wept when soaring Genius died, Checked in the glory of his mid career! But here our hopes were centered—all is o'er, All thought in this absorbed—she was—and is no more!