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XLIX.
Supposed
to
have
been
written
in
a
Church
Yard
,
over
the
Grave
of
a
Young
Woman
of
nineteen
.
From
the
Novel
of
Celestina
.
OH
,
thou
!
who
sleep'st
where
hazle
bands
entwine
The
vernal
grass
,
with
paler
violets
drest
;
I
would
,
sweet
maid
!
thy
humble
bed
were
mine
,
And
mine
thy
calm
and
enviable
rest
.
For
never
more
by
human
ills
opprest
,
Shall
thy
soft
spirit
fruitlessly
repine
:
Thou
canst
not
now
,
thy
fondest
hopes
resign
E'en
in
the
hour
that
should
have
made
thee
blest
.
Light
lies
the
turf
upon
thy
virgin
breast
;
And
ling'ring
here
,
to
Love
and
Sorrow
true
,
The
Youth
who
once
thy
simple
heart
possest
Shall
mingle
tears
with
April's
early
dew
;
While
still
for
him
shall
faithful
Memory
save
Thy
form
and
virtues
from
the
silent
grave
.