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- Love's dream, too, knows decay;
- Awhile the soul-harp's wildly thrilling strain
- Pours out those notes we ne'er forget again,
- And the deep fountains of the heart burst forth
- As if to gladden every spot of earth;
- But O! it will not stay.
MARY T. LATHRAP, "Song of the Earth-Weary"
- Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead,
- And knells ring around us wherever we tread,
- And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright
- Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.
MARY T. LATHRAP, "Unfinished Lines"
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