She gazed upon it with a steadfast eye,
Which seemed to say—Oh! would I were with thee.
As if her every earthly hope were fled
With that departed cherub. Even he—
Her young heart’s choice, who breathed a father’s sigh
Of bitter anguish o’er the unconscious dead—
Felt not, while weeping by its funeral bier,
One pang so deep as hers, who shed no tear!
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