JOURNAL OF MAINE ORNITHOLOGICAL SOCIETY. 



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Gentle mem'ries awaken, 



Perchance forgotten long, 

 Thoughts called from the mystic past 



By the dove's mournful song. 



Gentle mourner of the wood 

 Cease not your sad refrain, 



The sorrows you awaken 

 Are not akin to pain . 



Sweet dreams visit me once more 

 From the long lapse of years, 



Tenderest hopes, crushed and broken 

 And dim my eyes with tears. 



Mourn while the day is dying 

 In the soft hush of eve, 



Others were made to rejoice 

 But you were made to grieve. 



