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Will greet the peaceful inn of lasting rest. 

 But thou, unhappy Queen ! art doom'd to trace 

 Thy lonely walk in the drear realms of Night, 

 While many a lagging age shall sweep beneath 

 The leaden pinions of unshaken time ; 

 Though not a hope shall spread its glittering hue 

 To cheat thy steps along the weary way. 



Oh that the sum of human happiness 



Sl-.ould be so trifling, and so frail withal, 



That when possest, it is but lessened grief; 



Ar.d even then there's scarce a sudden gust 



That blows across the dismal waste of life, 



But bears it from the view. — Oh ! who would shun 



The hour that cuts from earth, and fear to jjress 



The calm and peaceful pillows of the grave, 



And yet endure the various ills of life, 



And dark vicissitudes ! — Soon, I hope, I feel, 



And am assured, that I shall lay my head, 



My weary aching head, on its last rest. 



And on my lowly bed the grsss-green sod 



AVill flourish sweetly. — And then they will weep 



That one so young, and what they're pleased to call 



So beautiful, should die so soon — And tell 



How painful disappointment's canker'd fang 



Wither'd the rose upon my maiden cheek. 



Oh foolish ones ! why I shall sleep so sweetly 



Laid in my darksome grave, that they themselves 



Might envy me my rest ! — And as for them, 



Who, on the score of former intimacy, 



May thus remembrance me — they must themselves 



Successive fall. 



Around the winter fire 

 (When out-a-doors the biting frost congeals, 

 And shrill the skater's irons on the pool 

 Ring loud, as by the moonlight he performs 

 His graceful evolutions) they not long 

 Shall sit and chat of older times, and feasts 

 Of early youth, but silent, one by one, 

 Shall drop into their shrouds — Some in their age. 



