Page:Poems (Clement C. Moore).djvu/229

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.
211

Oh! how does even grief rejoice,
The tear dry in affliction's eye,
When memory gives thy parting voice
Exclaiming, "Oh! how sweet to die!"