Sprang to the heavens, till Rome was red with fire
From Tarquin’s palaces; and Freedom rose
From pale Lucretia’s pyre.
THE EARLY TAKEN.
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BY WILLIAM H. C. HOSMER.
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[ADDRESSED TO THE PARENTS OF MY LITTLE FAVORITE, CAROLINE K. CHANDLER, WHOSE DEATH HAS SADDENED MANY HEARTS.]
I stood with the childless—