to mary in heaven
thou ling&# star, with lessening ray,
that lov'st to greet the early morn,
again thou usher'st in the day
my mary from my soul was torn.
o mary! dear departed shade!
where is thy pce of blissful rest?
see'st thou thy lover lowly id?
hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
that sacred hour i fet,
i fet the hallow'd grove,
where, by the winding ayr, we met,
to live one day of parting love!
eternity will not efface
those records dear of transports past,
thy image at our st embrace,
ah! little
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