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If spirits, pure as those who kneel t 
Around the throne of light above, 
The power of beauty’s spell could feel, 
And lose a heaven for woman’s love,— 
What marvel that a heart like mine 
Enraptured by thy charms should be! 
Forget to bend at glory’s shrine, 
And lose itself—ay, heaven—for thee! 
Memorial. 
Fain would I speak the thoughts I bear to thee, 
But they do choke and flutter in my throat, 
And make me like a child. 
Joanna Baillie, 
I , 
Cypress.... Mourning. 
The ancients consecrated the Cypress to the Fates, 
the Furies and Pluto. They placed it near tombs. 
The people of the East retain the same custom in the- 
decoration of their cemeteries. The Turks plant the 
Cypress at the head and at the foot of the graves. 
According to Ovid, the Cypress derived its-name from 
Cyparissos, an especial friend of Apollo’s, who, in 
grief at having inadvertently killed a favourite stag of 
his, prayed the gods that ^is mourning might be made 
perpetual, and was changed into a Cypress tree, the 
branches of which were thenceforward used at funerals. 
Lady dear! this history 
Is thy fated lot, 
Ever such thy watching 
For what cometh not, 
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