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This is sad talk-they'll never sound for him
If that day Should come, 'twould needs be a glad day for
him ; He would himself, no doubt, be happy then As any that should meet him
You said his kindred all were in their graves,
That is bu
A fellow tale of sorrow. From his youth
But these are all the graves of full-grown men'
Ay, Sir, that passed away: we took him to us; He was the child of all the dale-he lived Three months wich one, and six months with
another; And wanted neither food, nor clothes, nor love: And many, many happy days were his. But, whether blithe or sad, 'tis my belief His absent Brother still was at his heart. And, when he dwelt beneath our roof, we found (A practice till this time unknown to him) "That often, rising from his bed at night, He in his sleep would walk about, and sleeping
He sought his brother Leonard.--You are
moved ! Forgive me, Sir: before I spoke to you, I judged you most unkindly.
But this Youth,
How did he die at last ?
One sweet May morning, (It will be twelve years since when Spring re
turns) He had gone forth among the new-dropped
The loiterer, not unnoticed by his comrades. Lay stretched at ease ; but, passing by the place On their return, they found that he was gone. No ill was feared; till one of them by chance Entering, when evening was far spent, the house Which at that time was James's home, there
learned That nobody had seen him all that day: The morning came,
and still he was unheard of: The neighbours were alarmed, and to the brook Some hastened; some ran to the Lake: ere
They found him at the foot of that same rock Dead, and with mangled limbs. The third day
after I buried him, poor Youth, and there he lies!
And that then is his grave!-Before his death You say that he saw many happy years ?
Ay that he did
And all went well with him?
If he had one, the youth had twenty homes.
And you believe, then, that his mind was
Yes, long before he died, he found that time
He could not come to an unhallowed end !
Nay, God forbid !-You recollect I mentioned