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| − | <html><p>How | + | <html><p>How melancholy! Yet what a sweet and holy satis</p> |
<p>faction. it is to visit the grave of our deceased friends</p> | <p>faction. it is to visit the grave of our deceased friends</p> | ||
<p>I have frequently sat at the window of my room</p> | <p>I have frequently sat at the window of my room</p> | ||
<p>and gazed from thence on the grave of my dear Mother</p> | <p>and gazed from thence on the grave of my dear Mother</p> | ||
| − | <p>A heap of dust is all that remain of thee | + | <p>A heap of dust is all that remain of thee our</p> |
<p>sainted mother! How memory clings to that pile</p> | <p>sainted mother! How memory clings to that pile</p> | ||
<p>I once moulded into symetry. But no portrait however</p> | <p>I once moulded into symetry. But no portrait however</p> | ||
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<p>with my childhood sunny hours as the heap of dust</p> | <p>with my childhood sunny hours as the heap of dust</p> | ||
<p>now resting under those sod. And often when</p> | <p>now resting under those sod. And often when</p> | ||
| − | <p> | + | <p>watching that large old weeping willow stooped</p> |
<p>down by age, have I been reminnded of those beautifuil </p> | <p>down by age, have I been reminnded of those beautifuil </p> | ||
<p>touching lines of Cowper. . . .</p></html> | <p>touching lines of Cowper. . . .</p></html> | ||
Revision as of 10:49, 9 June 2020
<html>How melancholy! Yet what a sweet and holy satis
faction. it is to visit the grave of our deceased friends
I have frequently sat at the window of my room
and gazed from thence on the grave of my dear Mother
A heap of dust is all that remain of thee our
sainted mother! How memory clings to that pile
I once moulded into symetry. But no portrait however
accurate could bring so many associated connected
with my childhood sunny hours as the heap of dust
now resting under those sod. And often when
watching that large old weeping willow stooped
down by age, have I been reminnded of those beautifuil
touching lines of Cowper. . . .
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