ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.
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She left a mournful void upon our hearts; Within her home she left a vacant place: But, as the setting sun at eve imparts A holy twilight calm to nature's face, So, chastened, bend we o'er the early tomb Of one who to us all was very dear, Whose cherished memory, like a fragrant bloom, Will live embalmed in recollection's tear.