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AN IMITATION FROM THE FRENCH.
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
With a sweet emotion;
All things by a law divine
Why not I with thine ?
See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
If it disdained its brother:
And the moonheams kiss the sea,
If thou kiss not me ?
Death is here and death is there,
Death has set his mark and seal...
First our pleasures die--and then a
All things that we love and cherish,
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead
When the cloud is scattered
When the lute is broken,
When the lips have spoken,
As music and splendour
The heart's echoes render
No song but sad dirges,
Or the mournful surges
When hearts have once mingled
The weak one is singled
0, Love! who bewailest The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest For your cradle, your home and your bier ?
Its passions will rock thee
Bright reason will mock thee,
From thy nest every rafter
Leave the naked to laughter, -
Forget the dead, the past? O yet There are ghosts that may take revenge for it, Memories that make the heart a tomb, Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom, And with ghastly whispers tell That joy, once lost, is pain.
My lost William, thou in whom
Some bright spirit lived, and did
Which its lustre faintly hid,
But beneath this pyramid
Where art thou,'my gentļe child ?
Let me think thy spirit feeds, Within its life intense and mild,
The love of living leaves and weeds, Among these tombs and ruins wild ;
Let me think that through low seeds Of the sweet flowers and sunny grass, Into their hues and scents may pass A poi tion