O, gloomy Grave! we fear not thee,

Where is thy boasted victory?”

Then, drooping mourner! raise thy head;

What though some cherish’d joys are fled?

What though some flatt’ring dreams are gone?

Soon shall the glorious morning dawn,

Which never more shall darken’d be

By clouds o’ercharg’d with misery.

January 10, 1841.

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