From St James Churchyard, Arlington, VT:
It was a sweet little flower
Too tender to stay
In this worlds chilling blast
It has wither'd away.
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New England's old graveyards, burying-grounds, and epitaphs.
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- On the starry road
- Under the elms
- The chilling blast
- The cheerful toiler
- Sackcloth
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- Angels watch the soft repose.
- The dark pall of fate
- The rolling waves
- She hears the bells.
- Death's arrow
- No warning given
- Swift the moments
- His unhappy fate
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- The grindstone
- The foe that none can conquer.
- Oh, to be young forever.
- With silent tread
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