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My father is dead, and my mother is dead,

Night is the time for rest,

Not a drum was heard,-not a funeral note,

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale?
O leave the lily on its stem,

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O most delightful hour by man,

O stranger! let no ill-timed tear, ..............

O'tis not while the fairy breeze fans the green ocean, .......

O think, that while you're weeping here,

O thou whose beams the sea-girt earth array,
O why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Of all my race there breathes not one,

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THE

POETICAL MELANGE.

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