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ON, THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.
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’Tis said that far beneath the wild waves rushing,
Where sea-flowers bloom and fabled Peris dwell,
That there the restless waters cease their gushing,
And leave their dead within some sparkling cell,
Where gems are gleaming, and the lone sea shell
Is breathing its sweet music. And ’tis said
That Time, who weaveth over Earth a spell
Of blight and ruin, o’er the Ocean’s dead
He passeth lightly on, with trackless, silent tread.

Then, though no marble e’er shall rise for thee,
No monument to mark thy last long home,
Thine ocean grave unhonored shall not be,—
The coral insect there shall rear a tomb
That age shall ne’er destroy; and there shall bloom
The fadeless ocean flowers. And though the glare
Of the bright sunbeams ne’er shall light its gloom,
Yet glancing eyes and forms unearthly fair
Shall throng around thy couch, and hymn a requiem there.

Now fare thee well! I will not weep that thou
Didst pass so soon away; for though thou wert
Still in thy boyhood’s prime, and thy fair brow
Undimmed by age; yet sad was thy young heart,
For thou hadst seen the light of life depart,