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First Line: He languish'd by the way-side, and fell down
Last Line: Time's crumbling shore, from vast eternity
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


HE languish'd by the way-side, and fell down
Before the noon-day. In his hand were flowers
Pluck'd for his lady-love. He died ere they
Upon their rootless stalks had withered.
In his fair home there was a widow'd form,
To whom the echo of his coming step
Had been as music. Now, alone she sits,
Tearful and pale! The world, henceforth, to her
Is desolate and void.
Young Love may weep,
But sunbeams dry its tears, and the quick pulse
Of hope, in beauty's bosom doth o'ercome
The syncope of grief.
But unto age
So utterly bereav'd -- what now remains,
Save with bow'd head and finger on its lip,
In silent meekness, and in sanctity,
The Heavenly Pilot ever in its view,
To pass the narrow strait that coldly bars
Time's crumbling shore, from vast Eternity





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