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MY NAMESAKE.
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Sweet month of soft unsorrowing sighs
  And fragrant breath;
Of tender showery, brooding skies;
  Of life, not death;

Her faint sweet memory entomb
  In violets,
The pathos of whose faint perfume
  Breathes no regrets!

How strange to enter Paradise,
  As she to-day,
With not one tear in those sweet eyes
  To wipe away!