Alas, alas ! In vain they call. 



In vain their httle mouths they ope. 

 What black despair on thee doth fall, 

 As death o'erspreads thee with its pall 

 And dims thy last fond ray of hope ! 



No more wilt thou with gladsome song 



Imbibe the vernal zephyr's breath. 

 Or wake thy young. One grievous wrong 

 Destruction wrought. They, too, ere long. 

 Like thee, will all be cold in death ! 



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