Part 2 — THE DEPARTED.
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Her parents are weeping, she sheds not a tear,
Loved voices are calling, alas! can she hear?—
The hyacinth blossom is plucked from its stem,
The casket is broken, and scattered the gem.
Pale Death! the grim archer, hath bended his bow,
The arrow hath vanished, the dove is laid low;
Ah! fair was the victim thus fated to bleed,
And well might the spoiler exult in his deed.