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Show THE HUMBLE WISH. Let vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes and scutcheons of renown, l tho deep dungeon of somo gothic dome. Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be tho breezy hill that skirts the down; . Whore the green grassy turf is all I crave. With here and there a violet be- atrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring mur-muring wave; And many an evening Sun shine sweetly on my grave. An thithor let the village swain repair; re-pair; And, light of heart the village maiden gay, To deck with flowers her half-dlshev-el'd hair, To celebrate the merry morn of May; There let the shepherd's plpo the livelong live-long day Fill all tho grove with love's bewitching bewitch-ing woe And when mild evening comes with mantlo gray. Let not the blooming band mako haste to go. No ghost nor spell my long and last abode shall know Jamos Beattle In Denver Times. |