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| THEY grew in beauty side by side, | |
| They fill’d one home with glee;— | |
| Their graves are sever’d far and wide, | |
| By mount, and stream, and sea. | |
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| The same fond mother bent at night | 5 |
| O’er each fair sleeping brow: | |
| She had each folded flower in sight— | |
| Where are those dreamers now? | |
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| One, ’midst the forests of the West, | |
| By a dark stream is laid— | 10 |
| The Indian knows his place of rest, | |
| Far in the cedar-shade. | |
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| The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one— | |
| He lies where pearls lie deep; | |
| He was the loved of all, yet none | 15 |
| O’er his low bed may weep. | |
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| One sleeps where Southern vines are drest | |
| Above the noble slain: | |
| He wrapt his colours round his breast | |
| On a blood-red field of Spain. | 20 |
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| And one—o’er her the myrtle showers | |
| Its leaves, by soft winds fann’d; | |
| She faded ’midst Italian flowers— | |
| The last of that bright band. | |
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| And parted thus they rest, who play’d | 25 |
| Beneath the same green tree; | |
| Whose voices mingled as they pray’d | |
| Around one parent knee; | |
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| They that with smiles lit up the hall, | |
| And cheer’d with song the hearth!— | 30 |
| Alas, for love! if thou wert all. | |
| And naught beyond, O Earth! | |
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