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SO^TNTAG'S TOMB. 



ever come to strew his grave with flowers, nor eyes 

 grow dim with sorrowing ; but the gentle stars, which 

 in life he loved so well, will keep over him eternal 

 vigil, and the winds will wail over him, and Nature, 

 his mistress, will drop upon his tomb her frozen tears 

 forevermore. 



