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SELECT POETRY.

Lines on thb Pb\th of the Poet Cam pbell Another Ivre hath hushed it« fateW"H to<ie, From life's still rbinging: *ky. a l»id> l '>ai gone» PoPt! who Runs so well o r hope'* sweet r«v, Still beckoning sorrow to her s'arry wav : What hys fecit thine have tßUgl;t*o well her r-ower, To smooth the rnpg;erl tor's of life's lone hour; Tbe wav-worn pilgrim'* sadness to beguile, And bid the future'* flowery promise smile, Hope,—ever prompt to smooth the brow of care, A nd ehace the gathering shadows from despair But fir, bow far, —beyond tbe bounds of Time Thy numbers swell; ond oo their way sublime, Lett hT the Angel s'ill. that world explore, Where ransomed millions fill the peace r nl shore, Wtere eve r y sound of mourning; dies away, ' A"d souls rejoice in heaven's eternal da* f Shall not thy name with cherub hope be twit ed, And five, till song itself shall be resigned ? We owe ?hy memory lore, for tranqnil hours . Begoil'd by thee, in fancy's fairy bowers;— A world all besnty. peaceful and srrene, Where groves aud woodlands own perpetual Srreei, Far o'er the Atlantic H<*», fbv muse conld fling, Its own sweet magic over " Wyoming."— Anrl Gertrude's peerless grace, again recall. Where now tbe "heath flower decks the ruined wall;" How long o'er Fndian wi'rls will fancy view That home wht»re dwelt tbe loving and the true, But thon art gathered to the dust, where test, Of mind's high heritage, the noble-t,—best,— He come!) to j- in your band, departed throng, Who ccce like him, awoke the choids of song; No murmured greetings from tie tombs »ri«e, Where on each movel°ss breast the marble lies : That once was *• Tremblinflv alive all o'er," Now, thought and feeling wake each pulse no more° Meet honobr gives tbat resling p'are to thee, VS ho b«d bope cheer our earthly destiny,— And o'er the darkling grave ptimue their way, Led on by pure religious euidine ray.— Farewell | —each gentle spirit sbeds the tear, Of grateful sorrow, over Campbell's bier.

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Auckland Times, Volume 3, Issue 113, 11 March 1845, Page 4

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SELECT POETRY. Auckland Times, Volume 3, Issue 113, 11 March 1845, Page 4

SELECT POETRY. Auckland Times, Volume 3, Issue 113, 11 March 1845, Page 4

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