Sweet Auburn: The Magazine of the Friends of Mount Auburn Mount Auburn: Chapters of Poetry & Prose | Page 13

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he sleeps beneath the blue lone sea,
he lies where pearls lie deep;
he was the loved of all, yet none
o’er his low bed may weep.
the star that tells the mariner
far over trackless deeps to steer,
now wanes!
it is the duty of the living thus to provide for the dead.
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ascend but a few steps, and what a change of
scenery to surprise and delight us.
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