And watched them pass away.

The tear-drop dimmed her ee:

Beneath the Willow-Tree.

Till, on a bitter day,

And stole thy heart away.

In days that used to be,

Beneath the Willow-Tree.

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Till Spring renew thy leaf;

And nurse a lonely grief.

My tears he shall not see:

My weeping Willow-Tree.

Beneath thy loving shade,

Where I am lowly laid.

If he should stoop to see,

Beneath the Willow-Tree.’”

[Pg 44]

[Pg 44]

ONLY A WOMAN’S HAIR.

ONLY A WOMAN’S HAIR.

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