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t, 0 V e’s TOKEN - FLO WEBS. 
To whom existence could not give 
A joy unshared by us the while : 
Shall they ’mid other joys live on, 
And form anew affection’s tie, 
When we from earth’s delights are gone, 
For ever hid from human eye 1 
Ay, thus it is th’ eternal laws 
That rule our nature are obeyed: 
Not in mid conflict may we pause 
To linger long where love is laid ; 
We pile the turf above the breast 
Which pillowed oft our aching head, 
Then turn, and leave unto its rest 
••Our buried, half-forgotten dead. 
Tears—the heart’s desolating rain, 
Awhile upon our path may fall, 
But hope’s sweet sunshine smiles again 
On all things save the funeral pall:— 
Anon the dirge’s mournful measure 
Is changed to some less saddening strain, 
And soon the echoing voice of pleasure 
Tells Love and Grief alike were vain. 
