Still more and more we cherish.
It looks beyond the clouds of time,
And through death’s shadowy portal,
Made by adversity sublime,
By faith and hope immortal.
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THE GRAVE OF LOVE.
By Thomas Love Peacock (1785–1866).
I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
What well might seem an elfin’s grave;