fanny forester.
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Though lilies mind us of the young,
Pale bending to the tomb,
She shall tread among the violets
Before the lilies bloom!
Pale bending to the tomb,
She shall tread among the violets
Before the lilies bloom!
Yes, when the summer roses blush,
Her cheek shall catch their glow;
And when the summer birds return,
Her tones, no longer low,
Shall, like their strains, on raptured ears
In waves of music flow.
Her cheek shall catch their glow;
And when the summer birds return,
Her tones, no longer low,
Shall, like their strains, on raptured ears
In waves of music flow.
Our souls' arms are around her thrown!
She must not pass away
Now, when, too humble for the proud,
Too lonely for the gay,
The altar of sweet Poesy
Is falling to decay!
She must not pass away
Now, when, too humble for the proud,
Too lonely for the gay,
The altar of sweet Poesy
Is falling to decay!
O, there may we behold her yet
In her young beauty bow!
There may we hear her glad lip breathe
Her consecration vow,
Earth's warm life lighting up her eye,—
Its glory on her brow!
In her young beauty bow!
There may we hear her glad lip breathe
Her consecration vow,
Earth's warm life lighting up her eye,—
Its glory on her brow!
