Philadelphia, January, 1841.
NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE.
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BY CHARLES WEST THOMSON.
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The dead but sleep—they do not die,
They live in mem’ry’s holy cell—
The woodland green, the summer sky
Of them in gentle language tell.
Philadelphia, January, 1841.
———
BY CHARLES WEST THOMSON.
———
The dead but sleep—they do not die,
They live in mem’ry’s holy cell—
The woodland green, the summer sky
Of them in gentle language tell.