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Had changed from sweet to noisome — and, e’en then. 
For very fondness could not fling away 
Those dim and faded records of the past. 
But laid the frail things m their wonted place. 
To gaze—and dream—and weep upon again? 
‘ What slowly-pacing band is gliding ’neath 
Yon aisle-like avenue of stately elms 
Tow’rds the grey village church P ’ ‘A fun’ral train; 
And she they mourn far fairer was than all 
Her maiden friends, who oft have gaily met 
Her bounding fonn amid the rustic dance. 
And now assemble round her early gi’ave — 
The very tree from whence the wreath was plucked 
That crowned her Lady of the May, has given 
A chaplet of its flowers, the wan white rose. 
To lay upon her pall.’— 
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And have not Flowers, 
E’en from the earliest time, been banquet guests ? 
Have they not wreathed alike the brow and bowl ? 
Biight’ning and chastening, at once, the scenes 
Of revelry to which they gave a gi-ace, 
A simple luxury, and a chann beyond 
What any aid of human art could bring ? — 
