PASSED AWAY.
(From All the Year Round.') Weep no more, strive no more, let the dream go. No soft; summer showers make plucked roses blow. The fair vase is broken, the sweet scent is lost, Let the crushed fragments lie, count not the cost. The bond that is severed no charm can unite, No msgic can make again noonday's spent light. Weep no more, hope no more, pray not, nor trust; Oh, fair was our idol, we framed it of dust. It crumbled before us, the gay colors fled, . The radiance has vanished, the glory is dead. Yearn no more, look no more mournfully back, Let the long grasses wave over the track. Let the soft sunshine sleep quiet and calm, Let the low wind breathe its musical balm. Till the pang is forgotten, forgotten the tomb, Till o'er the crushed leaflets fresh violets bloom. What I they will not leave fragiance, like those we have known, Hush, think no more, weep no more, summer is flown !
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VIII, Issue 52, 28 February 1873, Page 2
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167PASSED AWAY. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VIII, Issue 52, 28 February 1873, Page 2
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