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? 8BNTIMBIFFAL SONGS. Oh! thus shall we mourn, ?tnd his momory's light, While it shines thro' our hearts,w?il improve them; Foi ? worth shall look fairer anti truth more bright, Wheh we think how he liv'd but to love them- And as buried saints the grave perfume, Where ladeless they've long been .lying; 8?four hearts shall borrow a sweet-'sing bloom, From the image he left there in dying. AH! WHY DID I GATHEB. A?! why did I gather tills delie?te flower, Why pluck the young bud �r?. tim tre?.? 'Twouldtbere have bloom'd !ovel? for many an hour, And how soon will it perish witl? me .? Already its beautiful texture decays, , Already it fades on my sight; 'Tin thus that chill rancor too often o'erpowers The moments of transient delight. When eagerly pressing enjoyment too near, Its blo?oms we gather in haste; How oft thus we mourn with a penitent tear, O'er the joys which we !avish'd in waste: This elegant flower, had I left it at rest, Might still have delighted my eyes; b.r?mst, But pluek'd prematurely, and plae'd in my It lahguishes, withers, ami di?s. AWAKE THE HARP'8 SLUMBER. Aw?,xl the h?rp's slumber to ples?ure's soft lay, �.The taper shall dart its beams through the hall; From the tempest of war, and the bottles loud bray, We'!! dearly obey mirth's heart-thrilling eal.L Ah! change the light strain, bid the sorrow.ar?.., . To the ghost of' each w?trrior, .as pensive it ?;? .