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  Song: To Mary 

  If I had thought thou couldst have died, 
  I might not weep for thee;
  But I forgot, when by thy side,
  That thou couldst mortal be:
  It never throught my mind had past
  The time would e`er be o`er,
  And I on thee should look my last,
  And though shouldst smile no more!

  And still upon that face I look,
  And think `twill smile again;
  And still the thought I will no brook,
  That I must look in vain.
  But when I speak - thou ne`er left`st unsaid;
  And now I fell, as well as I may,
  Sweet Mary, thou art dead!

  If thou wouldst stay, e`en as thou art,
  All cold and all serene-
  I still might press thy silent heart,
  And where thy smiles have been.
  While e`en thy chill, bleak corse I have, 
  Thou seemest still mine own;
  But there - I lay thee in tdhy grave,
  And I am now alone!

  I do not think, where`er thou art,
  Thou hast forgotten me;
  And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart
  In thinking too of thee:
  Yet there was round thee such a dawn
  Of light ne`er seen before, 
  As fancy never could have drawn, 
  And never can restore!