That none may now awaken,

As though in death she smiled!

“Be as a child—

[Pg 40]

So shalt thou wait thy dying,

In holy transport lying—

In garment undefiled.”

That now my soul is glad:

Far better to be mad,

I see how deep a loss is mine,

The coronal might shine,

I see the promise of the years—

That must be won with tears,

[Pg 41]

[Pg 41]

[Pg 42]

[Pg 42]

THE WILLOW-TREE.

THE WILLOW-TREE.

The wedding guests were gay:

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