THERE is a love that cannot die!— | |
| And some their doom have met | |
| Heart-broken—and gone as stars go by, | |
| That rise, and burn, and set. | |
| Their days were in Spring’s fallen leaf— | 5 |
| Tender—and young—and bright—and brief. | |
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| There is a love that cannot die!— | |
| Aye—it survives the grave; | |
| When life goes out with many a sigh, | |
| And earth takes what it gave, | 10 |
| Its light is on the home of those | |
| That heed not when the cold wind blows. | |
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| With us there are sad records left | |
| Of life’s declining day: | |
| How true hearts here were broken and cleft, | 15 |
| And how they passed away. | |
| And yon dark rock that swells above | |
| Its blue lake—has a tale of love. | |
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| ’T is of an Indian maid, whose fate | |
| Was saddened by the burst | 20 |
| Of passion, that made desolate | |
| The heart it filled at first. | |
| Her lover was false-hearted,—yet | |
| Her love she never could forget. | |
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| It was a summer-day, and bright | 25 |
| The sun was going down: | |
| The wave lay blushing in rich light | |
| Beneath the dark rock’s frown, | |
| And under the green maple’s shade | |
| Her lover’s bridal feast was made. | 30 |
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| She stood upon the rocky steep, | |
| Grief had her heart unstrung, | |
| And far across the lake’s blue sweep | |
| Was heard the dirge she sung. | |
| It ceased—and in the deep cold wave | 35 |
| The Indian Girl has made her grave. | |
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